I didn't want to be like her. When I was in my teens I thought she was terribly uncool, even mean. I told myself I would never be like her when I grew up. But now I'm growing up and with every passing day I see more of herself in me.
Each new freckle that dusts my face reminds me of her. My big teeth. My wide hips. And it's not just physical. I developed her tendency to overpack for everything (you never know if you need that glue gun!) and to keep the house ridiculously well stocked, filling every nook and cranny.
My mother is kind. She does not judge. She gives generously. She radiates genuine beauty, no make-up required (which she never even wears). I would be humbled if I attain half of the character she has. She is the superlative of Mother and I am so fortunate she's mine.
When I grow up, I want to be just like my mom.
Happy Mother's Day, Mama. I love you, I love you, I love you.....
xo from catie
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