I often think of who I would be without the guidance of my mom. I would not be 1/100th the person I am today. To start from the most basic, washing my hands, using the restroom (pardon the vulgarity), eating, grooming myself, to even the most complex of situations, being able to handle situations such as consoling a friend in need, for example. I have learned so much from her in both direct and indirect ways. Watching her interactions with people and seeing her handle life with grace and beauty. I aspire to be half the woman she is.
Mama and Me, Summer 2009
In honor of my mother, and all mother’s in the world:
The most beautiful word on the lips of mankind is the word “Mother,” and the most beautiful call is the call of “My mother.” it is a word full of hope and love, a sweet and kind word coming from the depths of the heart. The mother is every thing – she is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness. She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness. He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly.
Every thing in nature bespeaks the mother. The sun is the mother of earth and gives it its nourishment of hear; it never leaves the universe at night until it has put the earth to sleep to the song of the sea and the hymn of birds and brooks. And this earth is the mother of trees and flowers. It produces them, nurses them, and weans them. The trees and flowers become kind mothers of their great fruits and seeds. And the mother, the prototype of all existence, is the eternal spirit, full of beauty and love.
Gibran Kahlil Gibran