An Ode To My Mom
If I could remember anything from my infancy, it would be how my mom would lay with me on her chest and listen to the song, "Sailing" by Christopher Cross. That image always makes me feel such closeness and comfort. When I think back to my childhood, that was what my mom was: comfort and safety. I remember missing her when she was gone at work or someplace and I would crawl onto her bed and bury my face in her pillow (which smelled of her perfume: Love's Baby Soft). I would breathe in that soft smell of mom and instantly feel comforted and close to her.
I remember the sound of her voice, the way she would sing me my special song, "Oh Sweet Pea, won't you be my girl..." and how she would always tell me, "I love you so much, oh Honey!" My mom taught me how to sew, how to bake and how to love people without judement. Inspite of the fact that we lived in a closed-minded small town, she instilled in me the value of being open-minded, loving and accepting of all people. I will never forget the time I came home from school all upset because some kid said I was a weirdo. My mom acted as if the kid had paid me some kind of complement and said, "Honey, weird is GOOD!" That changed my life forever. She taught me that it is ok not to be like everyone else and that being different is something to be proud of. I am different, and I am proud of that, thanks to my mom!
My Irish Mom: She's firey, she determined and hard working. She is brave, smart and beautiful. I love her with all my heart and more!
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