Mom Drank A Cup Of Crazy

I have always thought I have had a very close relationship with my mother. We could not be more different looking as I take after my father in all my looks and my temper but I got the best of my mother in her lust for life and her unbreakable drive. We have not always seen eye to eye and I have not always been the best daughter that I could be. Like the fact that I did not want to become domesticated and therefore bulked at learning how to do ANYTHING in the kitchen, or the time she wrote a letter about how I had hurt her feelings and because I was an anxt filled teenager and awkward in my thoughts and actions I did not mention it because I could not articulate how I felt into words, or all the times that I snapped with my temper, or all the times I forgot your birthday or failed to tell you everyday how much I loved you. But as I get older and learned to appreciate the lessons she taught me, the love she showered on me, and the tools she gave me to be the best woman I can be; I wonder where I would be without the mother that I have had the luck to be birthed to. I wonder if I would be half the woman I am without having had her in my life.

I love the fact that she drank a cup of crazy as she came out of the womb, that she is hard, intelligent and driven yet inside she is just a big softy, and that she is strong when I need her yet is not afraid to show me it is ok to ask for help when you are down. All her sacrifices, all her effort and all her courage has made her the best role model I could ever have. She defiantly knows me best because she has helped mould me into who I am today and I am so thankful of the success I have had in life. I know that I owe it all to my wonderful mother.