![]() I visited my mother recently. She no longer lives in my childhood home, but visiting her is always like coming home to me. We love to laugh and enjoy each other's company so much. We have fun together. She is my perfect mother who loves me. I still work to earn her praise just as I did when I was young. Do we ever grow out of our need for praise? Yet every compliment I hear from someone else doesn’t begin to compare to the feeling I get when my mother tells me she’s proud of me. Yeah, I want to feel like that. I wonder if I tell her enough how she means to me and how much I admire her. I know she would die to know I included a picture of Whistler's Mother (Arrangement in Grey and Black No. 1) by James McNeill Whistler as her picture. No, that is not how I see her! She will always be as young as she was on my wedding day even though I am older than that now. Regardless of her true age, she is still an interesting person to know. When I returned from my week long visit my teenager told me he was glad I was home. Yeah, I want to feel like that, too. If you are looking for ways to tell your mother how much she means to you, here is a great list.
Jacky Jeter
3/4/2017 07:33:41 am
I just wandered into your blog. Read about your mom. I'll bet she is super grateful to God for a daughter like you. I read about your dog. It brought tears to my eyes. While I am NOT good about this computer stuff, there is a writer's saying: Keep on keeping on. You are a good writer and a fascinating individual. Comments are closed.
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