For nineteen years, my mom has been there for me! She has been there for my ups and downs, and for a few years, there were A LOT of downs! Mom and I haven't seen eye to eye all the time, and we still don't always agree, but I couldn't ask for a better mother.
When I was little, Mom was always there to pick me up when I fell. She encouraged me in all my dreams, and was supportive of my ambitions. My mom helped me excel in school, whether it was an accelerated reading program, accelerated class, skipping a grade and even specialized high school. She always told me I could be whatever I wanted, and do whatever I dreamed of doing! The woman even braved homeschooling me for a couple of years. That took guts, and endurance :P
Mom really inspired my love for music. I was learning the piano by age four, and Mom didn't stop at learning basic theory. I learned music history, and listened to classical for most of my childhood. Even though I fought with her at times about practicing, I'm so grateful mom taught me, and praised my talent. I remember laying in bed listening to her playing the piano, writing her words and lyrics to my favorite songs. She even wrote a song for me. Here's a line : "Not flesh of my flesh, not bone of my bone, but miraculously, you're my own. Never forget, not even a single minute, you didn't grow under my heart, but in it." I fell asleep at night listening to her pour out her heart in song. Thank goodness for that. It has inspired me countless times ever since.
She defended me when I needed it, and tried her hardest to understand me when I was.....er....rebellious. I pushed her to the edge, and yet she always seemed to hang on. If there was ever a child who tested their mother's love...... Well, yeah. Mom is a hero. No questions asked. I will always be grateful to her for not giving up on me!
