While a considerable portion of who I am is directly attributable to my father, I am my mother’s child.
I am the Direct result of my mother and her choices.
She didn’t spit me out, I don’t look a whole lot like her, I don’t even act a whole lot like her.
But my temperament, my way of handling stress, my parenting style, my moral code, all came from her.
And I am pretty cool with that.
I haven’t always Put into practice the life, lessons she has taught me, but She never hesitates to tell me that she is happy with her handywork.
That I didn’t take the path she tried to lay out, but That I am probably the better for it.
The best lesson my mother ever taught me?
That She isn’t the only woman I need to respect off top.
My mother isn’t the card carrying feminist type, but she takes the humanity of women SERIOUSLY.
THAT lesson she passed to my brother and I and it took.
Not a whole lot of Gloria Steinem, Not a whole lot of bell hooks (I got that on my own), Just some Common sense that you should learn from Spending your childhood watching a woman demand equality and respect for her and all the women around her.
Those kinds of lessons are learned best from your mother starting from the crib.
Thanks, Mom, I love you.