Anyway, I was on the radio and they asked me about my own Mom, how did I listen to my mother? And I honestly look back and feel like I wasn't very good at listening to my mother. I feel like I gave her the hardest time and that makes me sad. That is maybe why it was uncomfortable for me to think about having my own daughter. I might have to go there. I might have to face that stuff.
And yet, without knowing it, I was listening. Things got past my stubborn will to be an individual and someone not molded by anyone, especially my parents. Little did I realize... they made the clay, they created the very thing I was made of. They instilled in me the spark that always lit the way leading toward my dreams, and away from what is practical and "normal". They designed me to be that radical person I was becoming despite my adolescent thinking that it was the opposite. They led me to believe it was all my own doing. Hahahaha. I see that so much now in my own children.
You think they are not listening. But they are. They just don't know it.
My Mom wanted me to believe I could do anything. She told me to follow my dreams and didn't just say it, she showed it. She still does. I do believe I can do anything. I can't not follow my dreams. It's the air I breathe.
Mom, thank you. Happy Mother's Day. I only hope that I continue to become a better listener to you as I need it now more than ever, and I hope I make you proud. Love you.
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