My mom never taught my how to apply makeup, nor did she tell me how to launder wool sweaters, but what she did give me was the sense to learn from the inevitable mistakes that would arise from both situations.
She taught me the importance of music and to find the value in every genre. She always paid for my insatiable hunger for books, even when she probably didn’t have the money for such luxuries. She showed me that if you did a job right you’d only have to do it once. She encouraged me to think with my heart and my gut. She shared her boundless imagination and pushed us to do the same. She instilled a deep faith that there was someone much greater than ourselves out there, and that being humble was the best way to show it respect. I am the larger, brighter part of her that goes where she has always wanted me to go. Where she has wanted to go. Every song, every book, every chore, every trip is an act of love for my momma.
Happy Mother’s Day, my pretty pretty Peggy Sue.
