My mom is everything to me, yet more
My Mom, my mom is everything someone needs, and may want. My mom, is everything I need, I want. She is everything to me, the sun which wakes me, the moon that tucks me in at night. What isn’t my mom? My mom is my best friend, my mom is my inspiration. She is who I long, and aspire to become, to be. My mom is my biggest supporter, standing in the lines, cheering the loudest, with the largest proud smile plastered on her face, even if I’m loosing.
My mom is the pillow I yearn for the most, when I’m crying, the arm I desperately cling onto when I need help standing up on my own two feet. My mom is the warm blanket, that coats me, with its heat and comfort. My mom is the words I need to hear, whether I want to or not. She teaches me her ways, she teaches me her morals.
She helps me differentiate the wrong from right. My mom listens, when I need someone to listen, my mom helps, when I need someones help. She is my everything, she is someone irreplaceable. No friend, no partner, no one, could bare to even come close, to how much she means to me, to how much I love and cherish her. Because no one, is as perfect, as my mom.
Since I was young
Ever since I was a young girl, the one person I’d call out for when scared, when in danger, when happy, was my mom. In dreams, I would scream for her, in areas I’d be terrified, I’d call for her, during times I was content, I’d tell her. My mom isn’t just my mom, she was much more, and I always knew that.
She’d take me to her work, after school, when I’d be in primary school, during specific days. I cherished those days, because I got to spend time with her, while she worked, and play on her computer, as a child does. I longed for her everywhere, I wanted to be close to her each minute of the day. She’d always get me these chocolate, crumb, squares before we would head off to her work. I enjoyed those moments, because each second, was spent with her.
Fond memories
I remember the day my dad left for a trip to Poland. I remember we rot in bed all day, talking, sleeping, enjoying one another presence. We headed off to church, and afterwards we took a seat in our favorite cafe, bite size. I took my favorite as a kid, a long pastry, filled with chocolate inside, with hot chocolate, I could never finish. We talked, I brought my toys, and we ate.
When we had finished, we came back home, ans binge watched all of twilight, safe to say, I was exhausted afterwards, never have watched so much Tv in my life before, as I had restrictions as a kid. I had gained a massive crush on Robert Pattinson, one o f the main actors in the movies, and so had my mom. So we spent the entire rest of the weekend, fan-girling over him. This was years ago, and the memory is patchy, but it is one that is memorable, a cute, memory, i often replay, when afraid, alone, or sad.
I had gone through a rough time, and was going through it. And I fully remember, I was in my room, sobbing, and bawling my eyes out, when my mom came in. She listened, she hugged me until I had fully stained her shirt wet. And once I felt like all the tears I could waste had finally stopped, she put on Bruno Mars, and made us dance to it, till I felt better. I did, and I will never forget that time, because she can make me feel better in an instant, like no one else.
She has always been there for me
She was there for me, during every core memory, important moment, in my life. When I finally first cycled on my bike, by myself. She was standing in the upstairs window, watching me play, I wanted to impress her, my friends surrounding me as I hopped onto the bike.
I cycled, and I cycled, and I realized, I was finally cycled, with no help. She clapped, and she cheered, she was grinning from ear to ear, and so, I did too. Happy I made her happy, happy I made her proud, because its all I ever try to do.
Because my mom, is never disappointed in me. Everyone seems to have at least once, but not my mom. My mom is always proud, even when I fall, even when I fail. She smiles, and tells me to keep going, my mom is always proud.
Ever time I cry, she knows, no matter how silent, no matter how discreet, she knows. She comes into my room, and she lets me tell her each thought racing through my mind. She listens, she comforts me, she gives me everything I need, in those moments of downfall. She gives me advice, I hold with myself for years, remembering her words, anytime something happens, her quotes, her words, I remember.
She notices everything
Anytime im off, anytime I’m in the slightest way bit sad, having a bad day, she knows. Whether its one glance, or a sigh i let escape my mouth, she knows how im feeling, immediately. Mothers instinct you could say, but I think its much more than that. She does everything out of her way to cheer me up, to see me smile again, she tries to make me talk to her about whatever has happened, or gives my space i might need, that I didn’t know I needed, but she knew, like she always does.
Coming into my room, dancing, smiling, making me food, anything to make me smile, on those days I really feel like I cant.
She knows me, better than I do
She knows me better than I know myself. She sees parts of me, no one has seen, even I haven’t. She knows every micro expression off by heart, each of my laughs. Every one of my friends, interactions. She knows me better than anyone else ever will, better than I ever will.
She knows what I want before I know it, she knows the deep and the surface information. My favorite sweets, snacks, my favorite color, my favorite subject. She knows how I feel about anything and everything. The thing I hate, despise. But she also knows my deepest fears, my deepest confession and secrets. She knows my most important days the good and the bad.
She knows why I am the way I am, and what created me to be this way. She knows my biggest hardships, and my best moments. Shes seen me at my worst, and at my highest. Whether with smudged mascara running down my face, with my hair all over the place, with old clothes. Or in beautiful makeup, hair done perfectly to the brim, outfit looking the best it could. Shes seen my realest laughs, and my most hollow cries. Every moment that is imprinted forever in my mind, she is there, in the back, in the front, center or behind.
Where she goes, I go
I remember thus one memory, of us in Cork, just after going Penny’s shopping as we love doing, both bad influences on each other, buying out the whole store, but having fun while doing so. We stood at a bridge, by a red box, inside a life jacket, looking out over the water below us. I remember telling her, if she jumped I would too, if she died, I would die too.
I was young, I may not have fully understood death. But even then I knew, I cant live without her, because she is me, she was and is everything that I am, that I need, that I have. To this day, I know, if she would be to still jump off that bridge, I would go along with her, because I go where she goes.
I am my mothers daughter
I was, am my moms girl, I loved matching whatever she was wearing and whatever she wore, I then also wanted to wear. To this day, I steal clothes from her closet. I was clingy to my mom as a child, always wanting to be right beside her, and now, I am the exact same.
I wanted to do everything with her whether that be going on walks, baking, watching tv, or simply resting, and today, I am the same. I go with her on walks, needing her company, baking with her when I can, cuddling up to her whole watching something on the TV. Whenever my dad would leave for a trip, I’d sleep with her in their bedroom, and even now, that has still not changed. I loved my mom 10 years ago, 5 years ago, a month ago, a week ago, yesterday. I will love her till I take my last breath.
I want to be just like her
I look just like her, and I wish to look just like her too. She is beautiful, mesmerizing to the eye. In my eyes, she is a princess, and always have been, ever since I was a little girl. Her eyes are the most gorges mix of colors, while each of her features co operate like a painting. She ages, yet it seems that with age, shes becoming only more beautiful. Like I always tell her, that she is like wine, becoming more angelic by the day. I wish to look like her as I grow, I wish to age like her when I start to age.
I am her daughter, and I dream to be as she is. My mom is the most courageous woman I know, person I know. Even when afraid, she takes the risky leap. She is filled with adventure I wish to be filled with too. She loves and loves, her heart bigger than anyone. She has space for everyone, to grant them with her never ending love, and kindness.
My mom wasn’t always treated well by the people around her, yet the spark in her smile, the kindness she carries, her love, never died out, never runs out. She is sensitive and sentimental, driven by her heart. My mom is thoughtful, shes helpful with anything you may need help with. She gives and gives, with everything in her.
When she does something, pursues something, she does it with her whole. Shes passionate about each thing she does, and is driven by that passion. My mom attends college, with 20’s year only starting their life, while she decided to turn hers around for the better. Most people are cowards, most people are afraid, thinking they are too old, not my mom.
Her drive for her passions
Shes pursuing a life ling dream, veterinary, she adores anything to do with animals. She starts millions of things at once, because she is so filled with life, and dedication, laced with passion. Shes filled with energy for life, I admire her and every thing about her. She has many hobbies, and even more talents. She is perfect at them all, and strives to become even better. My mom never stops, she continues to drive, and continues to grow in her adoration for the things she loves.
She was treated poorly in the past, not given back the love she gave, yet she never stops loving, her determination and passion, energy for life, never looses its stream.
My mom is filled with love, for everything and everyone, I wish an strive to be like her. Because shes beautiful both inside and out, and that is merely impossible, it was, before I got to know my mom.
I hope one day, I will be like my mom
She does everything she can in her power to help me, whether its making my bed on those days I could could barely get up. Or giving me notes in my lunch when she has time. As a kid, she’d cut off crusts for me, shed cut my apples up like I liked them.
She’d make silly faces out of products on sandwiches I would eat, different shapes. She doesn’t only help me, she helps everyone around her, whether that be paying for a girls education in another continent, or rescuing seals for fun. She is someone who should be taught about in schools for her bravery, kindness, and love. For her determination, and heart she has, the lending hand she always stretches out. Shes my inspiration in everything I do, I hope one day, Ill be just like you, mom.