Memories with my mom are priceless and they are full of love, tenderness, and important life teachings.
She has been more or less present in my life since my infancy and has played numerous roles in my life.
My first teacher was my mom not in ordinary school but the school of life. I learned kindness from her, she taught me how to be strong for myself as well as being an integrity person.
Her counseling was usually accompanied by acts that depicted her strong beliefs.
I remember so often when she baby sat me at night either helping me with my school homework’s or just listen to my problems and she used to be so calm that everything would be fine.
Preparing food was another thing that led to our closeness as we would cook as a group. And from her I discovered culinary traditions passed from generation to generation, every dish was a history of our ancestry and the passion to make each meal hot and tasty that she possessed.
The kitchen was a joyful place of laughter, whispered confidences and the wonderful smell of the spices we used.
This is why even now I cook sensing her hand on the spoon and the words that food can speak.
In my lifetime, there is one person who remained by me through all the loses and successes the best person that I know the best is my mom.
She always with me and supported me and that made me stronger to fight for my dreams. She was as pleased as punch for me when things were going good for me as she was when things were not so good for me.
Just a word from her motivated me to work harder, for her I gained the focus of doing everything she taught me that the difficulties of the world are just a challenge.
It was not just a time that was filled with the memories which can be gathered through the process of existence but memories of the approbation of the self-identity.
My mother was the best mother of any child that anyone could ever wish to have and I miss her a lot she was loving, caring, a very wise and strong woman.
of course, there is no phrase that could convey the level of gratitude to her that I can have, though these memories can describe itself the degree of ‘wonderousness’ of the woman whom she is and the importance of the position she takes in my life.