Remembering Mommy

As I look in the mirror,

I see you.

People said I was just like you.

I look like you…

and I act like you.

but I disagreed –

and yet in many ways they were right.

It was not that I didn’t want to be like you,

Well…(maybe when I was a teen searching for my “self”… my place in this world… my independence caused me not to want to be compared to you.)

I wanted to be seen and known for who I am …ME.

I didn’t realize how much of a compliment that was…

to be compared to you.

And now, as I have taken on that role of the matriarch of the family, I see that the apple doesn’t fall quite far from the tree. As I have stumbled on to that revelation, I just pray that when my time comes that I will be…

adored,

loved

and respected as much as was evident by the many people who came to say goodbye.

I love you MOMMY.