She’s never anything less than completely put together.
She’s a great person. A nice, compassionate, thoughtful,
beautiful woman. I couldn’t ask for a better mom. She might
be mild tempered for the most part, but when she’s determined
to do something, look out!
She can be extremely stubborn. I wouldn’t use the
word mulish because that’s way too old-fashioned and that
doesn’t really describe her style. She just won’t stop until she’s
achieved what she wants to achieve. Dedicated isn’t the right
word either, but I don’t really know what is.
My mom’s hard to describe. She’s many different
things. She’s been my father’s rock, his confidant, his love, his
friend. She’s supported him with the business, given him
advice, spent endless hours helping him. She was always there
for me and my brother too. She ran the household and refused
to ever hire anyone until just a few years ago to do any errands
or cleaning. She’s one of those people that does it all and then
some.
I’ve always admired and respected my mom. She’s
been the type of woman that I’ve always looked up to, even if
I knew that I never wanted to be her because our personalities
are totally different. She had no idea why I wanted to study
science or teach kids. It’s very disappointing to her that I don’t
have a husband or children by now and don’t have any interest
in becoming a part of the company. To her, I guess I’m a bit of
a mystery. Maybe she doesn’t know the right words to
describe me either.
Mothers and daughters. Aren’t they always kind of that
way with each other? We can love the heck out of each other
and still not truly understand each other. We don’t fight, but