This Mother's Day
So, I'm kind of broke except for what I'm saving up so I can move. I don't have the money to buy a gift for mom for Mother's Day, but I don't think I want to do that anyway. This year, I want to write her something. So, I did.
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She is power, and she is beauty, even if she sometimes forgets to see that in herself. Even if others are unable to see that in her. She fills a room with her presence, and takes on the world with her forget-me-not attitude. And no one can forget her. Once they meet her, they know her, because she refuses to be fake. It's one of her biggest faults, but it is also one of her biggest strengths.
My entire life, she has been both mother and father to me - the one who took care of my sister and I while our father remained absent from a picture that he was never needed in anyway. At least, not in my mind. Yes, we struggled, and sometimes things were hard, but I would never take back a single thing. I don't need to, because I still learned everything I needed to learn, from her. I learned more than most kids with two parents did, even. She has been my protector, and my teacher; my guardian and my friend. We fought, yes, and oh did we fight, but we still came together at the end with easy laughs and tight hugs. We're a family, through and through, and just like every other family, we aren't perfect. But in our own way, we are, because we fit together like the pieces of a puzzle to make a beautiful - albiet bigger - picture.
I am unashamed of her, even when she is at her weirdest and most quirky. I will whine at her, tell her to stop, but the truth is, I love when she expresses herself. For so long - for most of my life, really - she had been repressed. In some ways, she still is, though every day more of that shell cracks and flakes away, and she emerges again to bloom like the beautiful flowers that only bloom when the sun is up, or when the moon casts it silvery glow over them. Only, when the light fades, she doesn't curl away to hide until it shines again. Even on the darkest night, she will glow brightly, because nothing can take that away from her. And nothing can take her away from me.
It's true, that I could have bought her a present for Mother's Day. Last year, I believe I bought her flowers. I am a writer, though - an artist in my own way - and this year, I chose to give her the gift of my words. I chose to write something to her to express, in a different way, my appreciation to her for bringing me into this world and caring for me, even at the roughest spots we had to go through. Gifts are fancy, and nice, but they are also material. Things break, and flowers wither and die, but words are immortalized forever in the thoughts and hearts of those the words are written for.
She knows I love her, and I know she loves me, but I don't think we truly realize just how much we love one another. My love for my mother is stronger than any bond that I have ever forged. It's true, I don't say I love you every day, and on my bad days, I will snap at her, but that is a two-way street, and on her bad days, she will do the same. That doesn't mean we love each other any less, because we don't. If I had to come right out and say it, if I have to, then I will. I love my mother. I love her more than I love my friends, and my sister; my animals, and nature, and the moon which I love so strongly. My love for her makes all of that seem pale and withered in comparison, because there is no one else on earth that I will ever truly love more than I love my family. More than I love her.
My mother is a strong woman - caring and kind to those who have earned and deserve her respect. If you are in need, and you are struggling, then she will go out of her way to help you, even if sometimes things end up bad on her end. She still tries, though, because she is a caring and compassionate person. I learned to care for and about others through her. If left on my own, to my own devices, I never would have grown and matured the way I have. Material things would have meant a lot more to me than others, if they had been constantly thrust at me without reason or care. But no, the things my sister and I got, we cherished, because we earned them. And when we earned them, we earned her pride, and in all honesty, that was a better gift than any game system that will ever be created. Toys, even expensive toys like a play station, will always eventually give out and die. A mother's pride is something that should warm your heart and your tummy and stay with you forever.
A mother's pride is what everyone should strive for - not just the highest score on a game that will some day soon be obsolete.
I have done many a thing to disappoint my mother, and I know that, but in the end she still loves me. She has never left me - has supported me through the worst moments of my life, and carried me through them on her strong shoulders; in her powerful arms. Her hands have cradled me to her, have absorbed my tears and wiped them away, and she has always told me that everything will be alright. And in the end, it has been. She weaves her own kind of magic, the magic all mothers should possess, and all is right with the world again. The Big Bad Wolves go away and leave our house shaking, but strong, and she supports us through it all.
I love my mother, and this Mother's Day, I will give her the gift of my words. I will give her a gift that can never be taken away, never eaten by the cats, and never forgotten. The gift I will give my mother is the gift of my gratitude, and my love, and my appreciation. I give her my awe in the face of her incredible strength and perserverence. Above all, I give my mother my support to go out into the world and fulfil the dreams she has been striving for. She's going to be something amazing, I just know it, and the world will know her name. Hell, she already is something amazing, and it's time that others appreciated it as well. A gift like hers should never be kept on the back burner. It should be nourished, and praised, so that it may grow in unchecked leaps and bounds.
Go and live your dream, mom. Go and be who we both know you are, and even though I know you never will, still I say it. Don't ever, ever let someone try to make you into something we both know you're not. You are a strong, beautiful, independent woman, and even if others might not see it, they don't have to. We both know you are, and I love you for it.
I love you, mom.
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So yeah. I hope she likes it. ;3;
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She is power, and she is beauty, even if she sometimes forgets to see that in herself. Even if others are unable to see that in her. She fills a room with her presence, and takes on the world with her forget-me-not attitude. And no one can forget her. Once they meet her, they know her, because she refuses to be fake. It's one of her biggest faults, but it is also one of her biggest strengths.
My entire life, she has been both mother and father to me - the one who took care of my sister and I while our father remained absent from a picture that he was never needed in anyway. At least, not in my mind. Yes, we struggled, and sometimes things were hard, but I would never take back a single thing. I don't need to, because I still learned everything I needed to learn, from her. I learned more than most kids with two parents did, even. She has been my protector, and my teacher; my guardian and my friend. We fought, yes, and oh did we fight, but we still came together at the end with easy laughs and tight hugs. We're a family, through and through, and just like every other family, we aren't perfect. But in our own way, we are, because we fit together like the pieces of a puzzle to make a beautiful - albiet bigger - picture.
I am unashamed of her, even when she is at her weirdest and most quirky. I will whine at her, tell her to stop, but the truth is, I love when she expresses herself. For so long - for most of my life, really - she had been repressed. In some ways, she still is, though every day more of that shell cracks and flakes away, and she emerges again to bloom like the beautiful flowers that only bloom when the sun is up, or when the moon casts it silvery glow over them. Only, when the light fades, she doesn't curl away to hide until it shines again. Even on the darkest night, she will glow brightly, because nothing can take that away from her. And nothing can take her away from me.
It's true, that I could have bought her a present for Mother's Day. Last year, I believe I bought her flowers. I am a writer, though - an artist in my own way - and this year, I chose to give her the gift of my words. I chose to write something to her to express, in a different way, my appreciation to her for bringing me into this world and caring for me, even at the roughest spots we had to go through. Gifts are fancy, and nice, but they are also material. Things break, and flowers wither and die, but words are immortalized forever in the thoughts and hearts of those the words are written for.
She knows I love her, and I know she loves me, but I don't think we truly realize just how much we love one another. My love for my mother is stronger than any bond that I have ever forged. It's true, I don't say I love you every day, and on my bad days, I will snap at her, but that is a two-way street, and on her bad days, she will do the same. That doesn't mean we love each other any less, because we don't. If I had to come right out and say it, if I have to, then I will. I love my mother. I love her more than I love my friends, and my sister; my animals, and nature, and the moon which I love so strongly. My love for her makes all of that seem pale and withered in comparison, because there is no one else on earth that I will ever truly love more than I love my family. More than I love her.
My mother is a strong woman - caring and kind to those who have earned and deserve her respect. If you are in need, and you are struggling, then she will go out of her way to help you, even if sometimes things end up bad on her end. She still tries, though, because she is a caring and compassionate person. I learned to care for and about others through her. If left on my own, to my own devices, I never would have grown and matured the way I have. Material things would have meant a lot more to me than others, if they had been constantly thrust at me without reason or care. But no, the things my sister and I got, we cherished, because we earned them. And when we earned them, we earned her pride, and in all honesty, that was a better gift than any game system that will ever be created. Toys, even expensive toys like a play station, will always eventually give out and die. A mother's pride is something that should warm your heart and your tummy and stay with you forever.
A mother's pride is what everyone should strive for - not just the highest score on a game that will some day soon be obsolete.
I have done many a thing to disappoint my mother, and I know that, but in the end she still loves me. She has never left me - has supported me through the worst moments of my life, and carried me through them on her strong shoulders; in her powerful arms. Her hands have cradled me to her, have absorbed my tears and wiped them away, and she has always told me that everything will be alright. And in the end, it has been. She weaves her own kind of magic, the magic all mothers should possess, and all is right with the world again. The Big Bad Wolves go away and leave our house shaking, but strong, and she supports us through it all.
I love my mother, and this Mother's Day, I will give her the gift of my words. I will give her a gift that can never be taken away, never eaten by the cats, and never forgotten. The gift I will give my mother is the gift of my gratitude, and my love, and my appreciation. I give her my awe in the face of her incredible strength and perserverence. Above all, I give my mother my support to go out into the world and fulfil the dreams she has been striving for. She's going to be something amazing, I just know it, and the world will know her name. Hell, she already is something amazing, and it's time that others appreciated it as well. A gift like hers should never be kept on the back burner. It should be nourished, and praised, so that it may grow in unchecked leaps and bounds.
Go and live your dream, mom. Go and be who we both know you are, and even though I know you never will, still I say it. Don't ever, ever let someone try to make you into something we both know you're not. You are a strong, beautiful, independent woman, and even if others might not see it, they don't have to. We both know you are, and I love you for it.
I love you, mom.
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So yeah. I hope she likes it. ;3;