My mother always encouraged my creativity. She taught me how to sew. She was eager to help me learn. She signed me up for everything she possibly could. She let me explore the world and decide the person I wanted to be.
She selflessly home schooled me. She gave so much of her time to make sure I got the best education I could. She found the greatest writing class, an amazing math tutor, she found classes to teach me more about the world than I ever could have imagined. She planned activities to get me really involved in the learning process. She encouraged me to read the classics. Through all of my complaints she patiently pushed on, helping me learn to love learning. And through it all we were able to laugh. We formed inside jokes about our ridiculously Christian grammar books. We tried to hold in laughter as my first (unsuccessful) math tutor had me perform "exercises." We were able to form such an amazing relationship. She gave me the opportunity to travel the world, learning about peoples and cultures.
|The amazing quilt she made me|
I have watched the way she opened her home to others. Those who are friends, those who were strangers, or those who needed a helping hand. And as I've gone through my major, learning about the family, I've learned how truly knowledgeable my mother is. She did such an amazing job raising her family. I have never met a stronger woman. I have never met another person who has been met with so many trials and who has come out stronger and smiling. I have never met another woman like my mother.
She has given me an amazing example of what a woman should be. She is hardworking and caring. I honestly have never seen a person more dedicated to their goals than my mother. She never, ever, pressured me to be "beautiful" in the sense of the world. She never put an emphasis on clothing, looks, or weight. She gave me an example of the importance of caring for your body. I never heard my mother make a negative comment about her appearance, and that has influenced me more than she will ever know. She always reminded me of what was most important. What matters is how you treat others, how you prioritize your life, how you serve those around you. She has always encouraged me to be my own person, and she has always celebrated and embraced who that person is. I love my mother.