Journal Entry #1

The thing that scares me most is... losing my mother. I’m blessed to have a mother because not everyone can say they have one. My mother, like most mothers, is always there for me, giving up her wants for my needs. I can’t imagine life without her constantly guiding me in the right direction. My mother and I have become the best of friends since I’ve grown older and more mature. I can go to her and tell her just about everything. There are no longer any secrets between us. She’s developed an understanding about me, and I thank God for her and her loving ways.

Her smile, her silly laugh, and her joyful spirit shows in me. People say I remind them so much of my mother that it looks as if she “spit me out”. I beg to differ, but maybe they see something in me that I find unnoticeable. Just like my mother, maybe she feels as if she’s obligated to provide for me, but in my eyes, she does these things because she’s warm-hearted and caring. I never want to be without her, but when the time comes in which I do, I know what I’ve learned from her will remain in me.