My mom is a beautiful soul.
She is compassion and love, a listening ear and a firm guiding hand. She knows exactly what I need, when I need it. Sometimes, it’s to bring my head down from the clouds, to keep me grounded. Sometimes, it’s to give me that push to dare dream that impossible dream. She’s the logic to balance my emotion, and my moral compass.
In life, it’s easy to lose sight of what’s important, to lose track of the things that matter. She is that gentle reminder and my anchor in the storm.
When my time on earth is done, I can only hope that I have made a difference, as she has to so many. To her friends, her neighbors, her students, and even strangers on the streets.
All that is good in me is because of her.
My mom is a beautiful soul. And I know many would agree.