A Memoir About My Mom

A Memoir About My Mom

I always saw myself as a reflection of her. Our lively personalities, full of joy and high spirits radiated towards everyone we meet. Our need to seek contentment within the darkest situations. Our harsh focus on our goals, our subconscious ability to learn from the most perplexing of situations, our stubbornness, our forgetfulness, our sense of humor. From time to time, lose our balance, forget our purpose and question our very existence, yet we endure and succeed.

 2003.

2003.

However, despite our vast similarities my mother has persevered through unimaginable events and carried herself to the top of the mountain. She ceaselessly thrives and never fails to impress me. Needless to say, my mother is my role model. My childhood and teenage years were composed of my mother working tirelessly for hours everyday, balancing her hyperactive children and her exhausting career to make our lives as joyful as possible.

It was the little things she did which took up the most room in my heart. Her instant gratification never went unnoticed every time I got an A on my 3rd grade spelling tests. She would always hang them up on the fridge for everybody to marvel at when they walked through the house. Her constant affection was always presented when she threw the grandest birthday parties every year- from the time she bought me a pony, to the year she bought ice cream for my entire grade, her extra effort  to make us feel special never diminished despite the years that passed by. On the weekend, the sweet aromas of cinnamon french toast would circulate around the house and  she would drive us to the town pool, where she would spend her precious days off watching us soak up the sun and swim around in the water.

 2005.

2005.

Even to this day, my mom never fails to showcase her sense of sweetness, despite my angsty teenage attitude. She still celebrates my Aโ€™s on chemistry tests, announcing it to her office and hanging the test up on the fridge. She still lets me throw crazy birthday parties, a sweet sixteen Iโ€™d never forget. Our weekends are always spent at jones the grocer for brunch and relaxing by the poolside at the Hiltonia Beach Club. Regardless of all these years, she still shows her unconditional love.

 2016.

2016.

Despite the bitterness of this world, my relationship with my mother provides warmth on the coldest nights, light in the darkest tunnels, and a genuine sense of endearment and care on the most melancholic days. My mother is the epitome of everything I aspire to become, she is my role model, my mentor, my rock, my hero.

My name is Farah and I'm a part time blogger, full time student. Whilst balancing school, family, friends, travels, and my own passions, I write lifestyle and beauty posts. Be sure to check out my blog and leave comments! Thank you! x