Why I Love My Mom

I love my mother because there is no one like her. She has loved me unwaveringly through all my life changes. From diapers to womanhood, she's been there, lighting my way. Guiding me, sometimes sternly, sometimes gently but always, always lovingly.

She has taught me about martyrdom- sacrificing for family, loyalty, respect, love, beauty, classiness, the value of working hard and being self-reliant. She has taught me how to be tough but ladylike, how to be funny without being bawdy. How to laugh long and hard, without sounding like a cackling witch.


The older I get, the more I realize: I am my mother's daughter. I love myself. I love this face that's just like hers. I love my waistline, my hips, my legs which I got from her. I love my smile which I copied from her.

I love my Mom.