Prismatic

Tribute

My Mom has to be one of the strongest peole I have ever met. No matter what life throws at her she doesn't complain, she does the impossible again and again, she's steady and constant, unflappable, she knows her limits but continues stretching herself, she's independent, and she has a depth that stuns me...she is amazing, but sees herself as ordinary. She's the first to acknowledge her mistakes, she's the first to pick herself back up and try again, she's the first to share laughter/humorous insights.

As I gain more life experience, I stand more and more amazed. As a child she was just my Mom, all that she did, all her excellence was lost on me because I loved her for just being my Mom...I didn't understand the fortitude, courage, aptitude, confidence, ingenuity, resiliency, intelligence, heart and hope, and sheer determination she daily displayed.

Old fables and fairytales captivated my attention, 'once upon a time...'...now, if I can attain even a fraction of the strength and grace she has I will be able to attribute it to a more simple and profound truth; once upon a time I was raised by an incredible woman, who never advertised or sought acclaim, one whose life bore the daily evidence, who loved me, and whose love for me forever shaped me.

I still love her for who she is. She is my Mother. She's my friend. She's my inspiration. She is incredibly amazing. She is so much more than the sum of the pieces, words fail, but she remains.

Te Amo, Always~