A Mom is a Mom by any Other Name
Whether you call your Mother, Mom, Mere, Mutter, Madre or any one of countless titles in numerous languages, it all means the same thing: The one that births or adopts you, nurtures you, loves you unconditionally, raises you, is your soft place to fall.
One of my greatest blessings is that I have an amazing mother. She is a wonderful human being and I am always profoundly grateful that I was lucky enough to be her daughter. She has always been there for me, no matter what, through my good and bad times and is a constant source of inspiration and comfort to me.
Not having a choice in the matter, I really hit the jackpot when I was born to this woman. I got it all; her innate ability to mother in a style that combined loving and caring with a good sense of discipline thrown in. I also grew up eating amazing homemade meals that never came from a tin, or prepared foods, and amazing home baked goods. I was expected to fulfil my responsibilities in the household, but I was never given more than I could handle. Now as a middle-aged woman myself, I am still as close as ever to my mom and I know I always will be.
As a mother of two myself, my parenting style differs somewhat than that of my mother, but I believe that I am a better mother to my children because of her great example. I’ve spent the last 21 years (even before conception) endeavouring to be the best mom I could be, and although my talents in the cooking, baking and sewing department fall short of my mom’s, I think I’ve made up for any shortfall in other areas of mothering, at least I hope my kids think so.
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