I wrote this on March 5th, 2012. When I read through it today, I realized that it still holds true. Or maybe even a little more true. Happy Mother’s Day to the best Mom I could ever hope for…I am a lucky duck to have her in my life.
My mother is many things.
My mother is strong. My mother is beautiful. She is compassionate and intelligent. My mother is fun. My mother is stubborn. She is beyond generous. My mother is passionate about making a difference in other people’s lives. She is hilarious. She is caring. My mother is supportive. My mother has style. She is driven & has a strong moral compass. My mother is amazing.
The one thing my mother does not have, is a signature perfume. No, she mixes it up. A lot. Which made me do a mental head slap when I came across ‘your mother’s perfume’ on my photo project list. How can I capture an image of what her perfume smells like when she changes in the blink of an eye?
And then, the season changed from winter to spring. It seemed like in just one day, these massive trees in my neighborhood exploded into delicate white flowers. The stoic emotion of Winter gave way to the renewed promise Spring. And it was never more obvious than when I stood in awe at the strength of these tree boughs encompassed in beauty.
That is my mother.
My mother never lets the challenges of life keep her down. She scoffs at the thought of remaining stagnant, at being stifled by overwhelming circumstances.
Instead, my mother thrives on the possibilities of what she can accomplish.