My mother
My mother was the woman who caried me for nine month.
The woman who than spent hours in pain bringing me into this world.
She is the first form of comfort I felt and the first form of love I experienced.
She is the woman who I knew as mom until the age of 5 when I realised she did actually have a legal name...and it was not 'mom'
She is the woman who played house with me up until I was 8.
The woman who described to me what happens during a french kiss.
The woman that never sugar coated the story of the birds and the bee's.
Shes also the woman that I had the most fights with, because I thought i knew better in my teens.
Shes the woman that can evoke rage within me and wash it away with a simple hug.
The woman who ensured diner was ready and so often sneak in a few candy bars just because.
Shes the woman whose perfume automatically makes me feel at home.
She was the first female role model I had.
The woman that taught me morals and values that I hope to pass down to my own kids one day.
The woman who cheered me on when I tried something new and encouraged me when i felt I was not enough.
She is strong, stubborn, emotional and so much more.