Ask anyone my age why they love their mother, and a lot of times the answer will be, "She's my mom." As kids we really don't give it that much thought. Most of the time we're wondering why she's on our case all the time. Here she is trying to shape you, and mold you, and you're satisfied being a lump of clay. You don't mind the way you have your clothes thrown around your room. It's not a big problem if the chores don't get done-ever! You definitely can't see why staying up as long as you want is such a hassle. And what's wrong with my new boyfriend!

Most of the kids who are fortunate enough to have a good mom are too busy finding fault with her. There are so many who don't have a mom to find fault with. There are children with moms who abuse them, or abuse themselves with drugs and alcohol. So much sadness there.

As I write this, I can really see how blessed I am to have my mom. She's everything to me, and does everything for me. She's honest with me about who she is, and never tries to be something she's not. She let's me know she's not perfect, but she's trying, and that's what she expects from me. She's cook, housekeeper, teacher, advisor, mentor, friend, nurse, and so much more. She listens to what I have to say, and if she doesn't agree she lets me know, and then offers me her "mom" advice.

I know right now it's hard for me to see how all the things she tells me to do are going to build all this character, wisdom, and strength. I do know one thing. I love my mom, and she loves me. So, I figure that gives me a big head start in becoming the great adult she says I'll someday be...