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Five Minute Friday: What Momma Did

Momma taught me how to love. She taught me how to be the best person I could be. My mother is the best Christian you could ever find but she would never tell you that. She lives it. She lives it in how she treats people. She lives it in how she tears up when she tells you about the people that she encounters at the ministry center where she volunteers. She lives it by how she raised two girls and took care of her husband of 54 years. Momma loved me conditionally. It makes me sad to think of the ways I've disappointed her but those disappointments have never made me feel like she love me less.

My mother led by example by taking care of her mother. My grandmother would have been 100 years old today and I still miss her. I'm sure my mother misses her too. The way my mother took care of her mother was an example to me of how daughters should take care of their mothers. Driving her to doctor;s appointments, shopping for her groceries, staying with her when it would have been easier to put her in a care facility. That's the daughter I hope to be, if need be.

I want to be my mother when I grow up. That is what she did, she lead by example and taught be how to be a good person.
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  1. Jessie GundersonFebruary 23, 2013 at 12:08 AM

    How precious, "I want to be my mother when I grow up"! :)

    My mom was a great example as well. Raised us right and loves others. I too wrote about loving with actions not words.

    Great job. Your mom sounds like an incredible lady and I bet you'll carry on that legacy. Nice to visit!

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