Monday, July 10, 2017

This is my Mom. Isn't she beautiful?

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When I grow up I want to be just like my Mom. I thought that for as far back as I can remember. I'm not like her. Not even close. But on a good day I can see little glimpses of her in my life.

She is in the way I raise my daughters.

She is in the way I care for my home.

She is in the way I honor my husband.

She is in the way I love holidays.

She is in the way I cook.

She is in the way I work.

She is in the way I believe.

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My mom is the most content person I know. Never needing or wanting for anything. She simply loves the things she has. Her pretty house, the wonderful things in it. And most of all her family.

My mom is fiercely devoted to caring for her family. (even her grown children) She taught me that it is in the simple things that show love. A home cooked meal. A soft voice, a smile. She taught me that clean sheets on my bed, warm soup on a blustery day, kind and respectful words spoken, warm smiles, and thankful hearts are what make a home. I learned the most important part of mothering from my mom; nurturing.

My mom's faith is the core of her soul. And her love for the catholic church, as well as her own deeply personal walk with the Lord gave me the foundation in life for my own abounding faith journey.

One that I've had to hold on to as I walk this journey of life.

There is no bump in the road that my mom can't withstand with grace and courage and strength. Not even cancer for the second time.

No one is stronger than my mom.

No one.

In her own quiet, loving way, my mom's heart doesn't hold worry. It holds faith. Not fear, but courage. Not doubt, but belief.

Yes, when I grow up... I want to be just like my mom.

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I think we all do.












4 comments:

  1. Beautiful words! God bless your mom. ❤Lena

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  3. Tara,
    Yes.
    She is stunningly beautiful.
    Inside and out.
    How do I feel as if I know this amazingly lovely woman, even though I've never met her?
    Because I have met and love and admire the amazing daughter she raised.

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  4. God bless mothers like this!

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