MOTHER

I have written about my father but I am not sure I have taken the time to write about the inspiration that is my mother.

I know people complain a lot about the numerous mother’s day celebrated worldwide but it is worth it and no, today is not mother’s day.

The value of a mother is inestimable in a way that doesn’t detract from the worth of a father but I am not here to play favorites or appeal to sentiments, I am here to magnify the blessing that my mother has been to me.

I will not say I am particularly close to my mom but I cannot deny that we have some sort of fond relationship. We are similar in so many ways and yet different but one thing rings true, I am my mother’s daughter. It goes beyond looking in the mirror and seeing her face reflected back at me sometimes, even her mannerisms.

My mom is a persistent human being. I mean it. She doesn’t understand the word quit, which is sometimes a bad thing, but she finds a way to channel that into her goals. She just finds something to do and pours herself into it. It is almost like she is loyal to making her dreams come true.

My mom is not afraid to start over no matter what. It is almost like she is not afraid to try and to me, that is the most winning quality about her. She is ambitious with a good measure of adventurous and adaptable to change. When I think about my mom, the word sterling easily comes to mind.

My mom is also not afraid to dream and dream big. She will share with you a fictitious goal, one which she does not intend to take seriously and I kid you not, it is almost as big as the United States. My mom does not play small at all, not even in her fictional plans. I am serious. It is this very quality I only recently discovered myself that is making me write this whole epistle in the first place.

My mom deserves an award for the way she keeps her dream burning. The way she burrows through her plans till she is on the other side of the success she wants. I may not relate with my mom as affectionately and warmly as I covet but my mom is highly dependable, very intrusive of one’s personal space, and one of the most generous persons I have ever met.

Sure everyone extols their mother. As I said, the price for a mother is far above rubies. The point is I am grateful for a mom like mine because she fulfils a principle I live by “nothing is empowering about playing small so that others around you do not feel intimidated because as you shine your light, you unconsciously give others the permission to do the same.”

Observing my mom over the years, the need to believe that I can do what I set my heart to achieve has almost automatically become a default, the need to try, to dream big, to want more, to do more, to be more has become part of my lifestyle.

My mom has so many great characteristics and some but I don’t want you poaching her so that will be all for today.

Thanks Mom.

Xoxo,

Your Queen.