My Mother In My Life

982 Words4 Pages
I can still remember her cooking food on a red-hot range top; her hand sitting gently on her hip as she stirred the boiling macaroni with a wooden spoon. Her long hair was curled behind her ears on either side. It shone brightly from the sunlight coming in the open kitchen window; and the cool summer breeze flowed over her like a butterfly. My mom always looked so beautiful and happy, even when doing the dullest of tasks.Most of the things I can recollect from my childhood are about my mom: moments I spent with her, places we went, and things we talked about. Being an only child, my life revolved around her. She was my best friend and was always there for me when I needed her; she still is. She is one of the few people who are incredibly important in my life.My mom is the person I credit for inspiring me and raising me to be the person I amtoday. She taught me how to love, be non-judgmental, and be kind. I can remember a few instances when someone had betrayed her, or was rude to her, and she just smiled and brushed it off. She always told me that there’s no reason to hold a grudge against someone. Being upset over someone is not worth your time and energy. So, she would just continue on with her life, being as grateful to be alive as ever. Another thing she taught me was responsibility, probably the hard way. One afternoon after I returned home from school, I greeted her as I always had, and scurried into the office room to try and complete a

More about My Mother In My Life

Get Access