When I think about my mother, I think about a woman who has been through hell and back and never wavered. I think about a woman who is loyal and honest. I think about strength, and I think about love. When I think about my mother, I think about sacrifice, and I am reminded that sometimes you have to shift your priorities to succeed.

When I think about my mother, I think about the Mommy who healed my skinned knee and removed the painful splinter from my little finger. I think about the Mommy who I snuggled up with when I was scared or upset, or something just because I wanted to. When I think about my mother, I think about the Mom who stayed up with me all night to help me finished a project. I think about the Mom who helped me study for the school spelling bee and cheered me on at the county bee.

When I think about my mother, I think about the Mom who made the hardest times of my life easier, even though she herself was also going through hell. I think about the Mom who was with me at awards ceremonies, cheering me on. When I think about my mother, I think about the Mom who was always there for boyfriend advice, never judging. I think about the Mom who gave me advice and the Mom who supported me even when she didn't exactly agree with my choices.

When I think about my mother, I think about the Mom who was disappointed when I didn't walk, but still guided me towards my goal. I think about the Mom who has always done her best by me and I hope that I can be half the woman she is, and at least half the Mommy that she has been to me.