If I had to pick one thing to distinguish me from the rest of my immediate family, it would be my height. Sure, 5’5 seems pretty average; not too tall, not to short. Until you step foot into my house… Growing up with a father of 6’4 and a mother of 6 ft. I’ve felt pretty short in comparison to them. Especially when my dad would frequently call me ‘Shorty’ when I couldn’t reach something in the pantry, or put away the towels on the top shelf. Not only that, my younger sister has been mistaken to be older than me due to my lack of a few inches. All throughout our younger years we have rivaled with our height. “I’m taller!” “No, I’m taller!” Then one day she kind of just sprung up… Not to mention my brother of 10 years of age is just a head shorter than I am. So when I do his hair, he has to shrink down a bit so I can style his hair just right. So that just leaves my oldest sibling, and well, she’s always been a good 5 inches taller, so we don’t really have any funny stories there. But yeah, that’s the daily life of little ‘ole me.
A Mother’s Love
A mother’s love is greatly shown through devotion and the nurturing of her child. She will willingly spend her entire minute of her life being committed to her frolicsome children. A mother is also careful to nurture her child; showing love through the bringing up of her child with sometimes necessary discipline.
Throughout my life I’ve witnessed my mother prove these characteristics to be true. Spending seventeen long, toilsome years, my mother has held the foundation underneath our feet. Being a stay-at-home mom, vigilantly watching four children; she’s had a lot on her plate. While our father would go off to work, she would stay home to tend to the house. For the majority of our younger years, she even homeschooled us. Sacrificing every bit of her time to ensure we learned the sufficient material needed. There being three of us old enough for school, she had to take the time to learn new material for each grade so that she could properly teach each of us. On top of that, my brother was still a baby, and so there were plenty of dirty diapers to clean, and continual fits to calm. If that doesn’t show patience, I don’t know what does.
Supportive and encouraging, my mother has successfully brought us up. Everything, from her gentle touch to kind words has really made a huge impact on my life and who I am today. Sure there have been plenty of tough times and I’ve had my fair share of discipline, but if that too weren’t involved in the process then there would be an issue. What I mean by that is it’s very much needed in a healthy parent-child relationship. Discipline is about the guidance of a child; seeking his or her best interest. Without it, I would have grown up with a lack of self-control and accountability. However, she understood its value and led us on the right path.
Quite honestly, I hardly even touched on the entirety of what a mother’s love truly is. However, these were the first thoughts that came to mind. I am so thankful to have such a loving mother who has really shown me all of these wonderful characteristics. I hope to one day measure up to it when I am a mother; devoted, patient, nurturing, and everything else not mentioned.
A Mother’s Love
A mother’s love; patient, dedicated, and nurturing. A mother’s love is greatly shown through dedication and devotion; she will willingly spend her entire life being committed to her frolicsome children and hard-working husband. Acting out of love and selflessness, a mother will sacrifice all of her time to provide for those most precious to her. A mother’s love is very patient and careful through the nurturing of her child.
Throughout life I’ve witnessed my mother prove these characteristics to be true. Spending seventeen long, toilsome years, my mother has held the foundation underneath our feet. While our father would go off to work, she would stay home to tend to the house. For the majority of our younger years, she even homeschooled us to ensure we were learning the sufficient material needed. Of course, we being homeschooled also meant full-time supervision. But she was willing to sacrifice her time to make it happen.
She has selflessly spent her time to get us through our hardest years. There was a time we went through a very rough period in life where we had absolutely nothing; no job, no money, and all of our friends and family were out of reach. Our father tried his hardest applying for many jobs, but had no luck. We could’ve so easily lost hope and given up. But she was there to remind us what we did have. She even had a silly, little rule where any time we would complain, we had to say 5 things we were thankful for. That simple lesson has still stuck with me to this day.
Supportive and encouraging, my mother has successfully brought us up. Everything, from her gentle touch and kind words, has made an impact on my life and where it’s brought me today. Sure there’s been plenty of tough times and I’ve had my fair share of discipline, but if that too weren’t involved in the process, the there would be an issue. Without discipline, we would have grown up with a lack of self-control and accountability; that is exactly what she didn’t want for us, and so she took the time to raise us up as right as she knew how.
I believe this very much describes the way my mother has loved me, and I am so very thankful for everything she has done to raise me up to this point.