I wrote this last night in honor of my mom who died on March 7th, two years ago. I miss her more every day!
Defining Moments
At sixty seconds old, I knew my mom had done a very difficult thing,
squeezing all six pounds of me through her......, well you get the idea
(Hard to do or accomplish; demanding considerable effort or skill; arduous)
At two I was terrible - (Unpleasant; disagreeable)
At five I decided mom was perfect - (Lacking nothing essential to the
whole; complete of its nature or kind.)
At ten, thought she grew money on trees - (agriculturist of sorts)
At twelve, the last year I would see her as perfect until I got married and
before accusing her and anyone over thirty of being against me
(malfunction of the teenage brain spitting out incorrect info)
At fourteen she convinced me I wasn‘t going crazy but might still
put me away (PMS)
At sixteen I believed she forgot what is was like to be that age -
(when girls should be locked up for the remaining years ending in t-e-e-n)
At twenty and newly married, conscious how much I missed
meals served to me at the table - (what a waitress does)
At thirty admitting finally mom was right about a few things -
(In accordance with fact, reason, or truth; correct)
At forty realizing she was my friend and right about a lot more things-
(A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts)
At forty five having a better perspective of the years I thought she was
going crazy and would have to be put away - (menopause)
At forty seven she leaves this world- (the most difficult, terrible thing
I have ever gone through, heartbreaking. I thought I would go crazy
and have to be put away when my perfect mom and friend was
suddenly gone (grief)
Nearly fifty and missing her so much, deciding I want to be more like her
having known and loved her and loved by her in return. I will not go crazy
but spend my remaining years making her proud like I will always be of her-
(a defining moment)
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