Series of shoutouts #1

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about the people who have shaped me to be the person I am today, and the incomprehensible effect they have had on me and my life. Because of this, I've decided that I am going to do a series of posts (sporadically, there will be no predetermined order, or time of posting) in the moments that I feel inclined to give a 'shout-out' to a particular person that is on my mind.

Today, it is my Mom.



Mom:
Everyone claims that their Mom shaped them to be the person they are. My mother is no different. My mom is one of very few people that understand me no matter the circumstance. She always knows exactly the right thing to say, when to say it, and how to say it. She has put up with my scraped knees, my talking-back, my teenage years, my emotional breakdowns, my ever-present boy drama; she has helped me with homework, taught me countless important things about life, cried with me when life was hard, and consistently pushed me to be better. She has taught me by word and example how essential my relationship is with Christ and my Heavenly Father, and helped me to understand that that is the single most important thing I can possibly attain in this lifetime. She is always giving, to me and to all of my siblings. She is one of the most unselfish people I know. She is an incredible example to me of what it is to be truly Christlike. She always let me choose those things which I thought to be right, and let me learn by trial and error. She was able to do this, because she never failed to teach me what was right. I remember countless conversations with her during my adolescence in which probably saved the person I am today. Her endless love and patience with me helped me to become the person that I am. I love her so much. She truly is one of my best friends. Thanking her for the things she has done for me is probably futile, as I will never be able to adequately express to her how much she means to me.


Regardless, thanks so much, Momma.
I love you.