I love my Mom with all my heart.
Since I started living away from home, I’ve become more aware of the differences between our lives. And whenever I tried something new: something exciting or meaningful that felt worth doing, I thought of Mom. I wanted her to experience what I experienced, to felt the same joy I had in those moments. But Mom was still far away, and all I could do is stretch my imagination and wonder what it would be like if she were here with me.
My Mom had a tough life, maybe harder than any mother I’ve ever known. Years of living in hardship shaped the way she thinks. She learned to be frugal, and she’s kept that way of life for so long that luxury never crossed her mind — not even as a dream.
Now that she’s so far away from me, so far that I can only meet her in my dreams, I still find myself thinking about the life she could have had, if it hadn’t been filled with so many sacrifices.
I won’t pretend that I’m living this beautiful life for my Mom, because after all, most of our choices are driven by our own desires and selfishness. But I do, with all my heart, wish she could be beside me for every step I take in this life.
And I do love my Mom with all the memories we’ve had, and all those I still imagine having with her by my side.
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