they asked what we wanted to be when we grew up
one said a teacher.
one said a doctor.
I said I want to be like my mother.
they had no idea how wonderful that could be.
Trust me, they said it much better than I remember it, but Emotional Me got all teary right there in the grocery store thinking about how much I LOVE being like my mother. Funny thing is, especially when I was growing up, she never would have guessed it, but I admire her more than any one else in the world. My goal every day is to become more like her. She is strong, she is righteous, she is wise, she never stops working and she has a heart full of charity. She is crafty, she is an amazing cook, and has a pretty darn good sense of humor when it comes down to it. She has faced challenges in her life that I could never dream of facing and come out on top, never backing down. She could be bitter and resentful, but she keeps an eternal perspective and looks for the good in people, even when I don't think they deserve it. (I told you I'm still working on it...) Maybe it's good that we don't live too close. I'm pretty sure I would neglect my responsibilities as a mother and spend every moment I had sharing and creating fun projects that she finds. She always creates opportunities to teach me, whether it's quilting or cooking or crocheting or something from the scriptures or even about being Christlike in my interactions with others. She keeps my family motivated to study and learn and grow in the gospel with programs and activities. A great majority of my favorite times are spent with her and she is one of my very best friends.
She'd better live to be a hundred and fifty, because I'm pretty sure I can't live without her.
Love you mom.
Keep Smiling!
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