Sometimes I play this game with myself where I break down my traits, into two categories-ones from my father and ones from my mother. Eyebrows, dad. Smile, mom. Handwriting, dad. Snort, mom. Each reminds me where I belong.
Some people worry about ending up like their parents but I worry that I won't. I want to end up like my mother. So, I play this game.
Things that remind me that I am my Mother's daughter.
Stopping to give homeless people money or food.
Laughing so hard that I can't breathe and end up snorting.
Wanting to spend my free time reading.
Standing up for people that I love.
Loving the time I have with my family.
Getting annoyed when people read over my shoulder.
Hating the cold with a passion.
Loving all paper products and owning a milliom notebooks.
Mom, you are the most wonderful woman I know. You are smart, brave, kind and beautiful. I love you a million smiles that look just like yours. Happy Birthday!
