As a little girl my mother had a way of letting me know she loved me without saying any words. We would walk into stores together while holding my hand and when she squeezed my tiny little fingers, it was a way of saying “I love you”. And as her favorite daughter, I’m pretty certain I’m the only one out of her four children she did this to. Just sayin’! But, I now hold own girls’ little hands and squeeze them and every time I do, it brings back such happy memories of my own mother doing the exact same gesture to me.
My mother has a kind soul. She’s nurturing and therapeutic. She has a way of finding the positive things in situations just when you didn’t think it was possible. My mother has a way of always seeing the greener grass on the other side. She has this infectious laugh and a heart bigger than the moon. She holds such amazing traits and I only wish I could be half of the person she is.
When life gets tough or I need some positive advice, I call my mom – because sometimes, we just need our mom.