I've noticed a change in myself over the past couple months. It's something that most people say happens inevitably and I figured since I'm so special, it wouldn't happen to me. But I'm not as different as I think.
I'm turning into my mother.
When you're young, that's a bad thing because all you see are the bad attributes of your parents. Not to mention the fact that we all want to be individuals and leave our own stamp on the world. But now I'm proud to be little Phyllis. She's strong, beautiful, accomplished, well respected and loved. My mom leaves a positive impression on all those she meets with her outgoing personality. She'll tell you like it T.I. is and still do anything she can to help you. And yes, sometimes she can be a little too harsh, but it's in love. I can't remember a time in my history where there hasn't been someone living with us, or someone she hasn't cooked for or given advice to. Someone she hasn't worried about or tried to help in some way. My mom loves and loves hard, often in spite of herself. I'm happy to have these traits, and I hope to continue to develop them so I can reach my life goal: changing the world. If I am partially blessed with the love, respect, and truth my mom has, my life will be worth living. Her sacrifices for me and her family are immeasurable. I am favored by God to have grown up to watch and participate in her life. Any other mother just wouldn't do!
Yes, sometimes I stop myself and laugh because I never knew it would happen. But now I'm happy it did. Thank you mommy, from the bottom of my heart.
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