Eccentric Water Bearer is a description of me in a nutshell. This will be my dwelling where I put my thoughts on paper. Not really paper but you get what I mean. It's pretty much going to be all over the place. I have too many thoughts going on in my head on a day to day basis to put in some sort of "order". There is no way of preparing you for what will lie inside but feel free to stop by anytime. There is always something for me to talk about.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Diane is her name
Here is a picture of the woman who brought me into this world. My mother. What can I say about her? Many things. She is the reason I am who I am today. I know it's cliche but to me she undoubtedly is the best mother in the world. I have so many wonderful memories of my childhood. She is the epitome of strength and courage. She has taught me a lot in many ways. Some she has no idea of. I remember for the longest time when I was growing up I would say I looked just like my father. She would say, "no you don't, you look like me". I mean you couldn't tell me otherwise. When I reached my 20's then I started to really believe her. I would look at pictures I had taken while out at concerts and what not and get this instant flash of her. Except it was me. Since then, I agree with her, and the many other's who tried to tell me while growing up.
This lady is a mother of 3. Me being the middle and only girl. We are closer than I would have ever imagined us to be. Our birthdays are 3 days apart and I think we are a lot alike. I noticed little things that I have picked up from her. She is so kind and so giving and nurturing and understanding. She does not pass judgement and accepts people for who they are. She supported me in so many things when I was younger. She didn't say no you can't do that. She asked me what I needed for that particular endeavor in my life and she did what she could to get it for me. I had a wonderful childhood. No silver spoon or anything remotely close. We lived in an apartment all our lives growing up. We went to public schools. She didn't have a ton of money and yet, we still didn't want for a thing. She was very active in our lives. If she couldn't take us anywhere, we did family things in the house. We learned how to be a family. My mother has pictures from the time she was carrying us in her belly up until now as grown ups. Books and books. We will always have something to look back on.
I love her with all my heart and soul and being. I can't imagine life without her and I don't want to. She is my all and my everything. I end this by saying I want to be just like her when I grow up. Just like her. Wouldn't change a thing about her. Wouldn't trade her for anyone or anything else in the world and I am very proud to be her daughter. I only wish I can come close to doing for her what she done for me.
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