A Precious Role Model

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As children we have dreams about what we want to be when we grow up. Musicians, Artists and Professional Athletes are just a few of the roles we’d like to play. We idolize society’s popular celebrities and wonder what it would be like to live in their shoes for a day. But as time goes on our dreams change. Life has twists and turns and we don’t always get to walk down the path that we expected. For many this can cause depression, anger, bitterness and resentment. Some spend their lives thinking of the “what if’s”. They dwell on what could have been; what should have been and sometimes are consumed with disappointment. They envy others and are just frustrated with what their life has become. But for me; it brought happiness.

As a little girl I wanted to be an actress, I even wrote and rehearsed my acceptance speech for the Academy Awards. As a teen I dreamt of being a model and imagined my photographs covering Elle Magazine and taking a stroll down the red carpet while the Paparazzi snapped my picture. I laugh when I think about how many times I colored my hair and changed my wardrobe just to look like someone on the “A” List. It seems silly but at the time it was all I could think about.

I now see things quite differently. My goals and the people I admire are different than before; better than before. I have a wonderful family and God has blessed me beyond measure. I now realize that there is only one person here on earth that I want to be like, only one that I want to imitate. This person is beautiful and precious.

For as long as I can remember her words were encouraging. No matter what crazy dream or goal I had. Nothing she spoke to me was negative. “You can do it”; “You’re talented, intelligent”. These cheers came directly from her. She made me feel like nothing was beyond my reach and that anything was possible. When I was overlooked by others she gave me more attention. When I was pushed to the side she drew me closer to her. When my heart was broken and the pain was too hard to endure, it was her hands that wiped my tears away and her arms that embraced me. It was her strength that picked me up when I was at my lowest and her fingers that lifted my chin. At times, life’s problems left unbelievable wounds but she bandaged each one and sealed them with a kiss. She gave me everything I needed as a child and even things that I didn’t ask for; things I probably didn’t deserve. I am truly grateful that God designed her the way that He did by putting such a beautiful heart within her. She is the one person on this side of Heaven that I want to imitate, the one that I want to be like. She gave and still gives all of who she is for other people, asking for nothing in return. Thank you for all you have ever done for me. I love you Mom.


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