Today is mother's day! I probably can't make this post as long and poetic as it deserves but I have a short story for you all, in honor of my own mother.
In the above picture, I'd like you to take special notice of the strand of pearls around my neck. They are very important to our story.
These pearls used to be my mother's pearls. I used to borrow them all the time. They're the perfect length, hanging right at my collar bone. They also make me feel really classy!
I borrowed my mother's pearls so much that I started asking for a short strand of pearls just like Mom's at Christmas time and birthdays. Then, one Christmas (probably a few years after I began my persistent asking) I finally got what I had been asking for. I was so excited to open the little box that contained my own strand of pearls.
The thing that took me a moment to realize was that this strand of pearls I was now claiming as my own were in fact the same strand of pearl I had so long coveted. My mother had searched far and wide, keeping her eyes peeled as I continuously and probably obnoxiously asked for pearls just like hers. And yet, in this endless quest, she couldn't find what I was looking for.
Instead of calling it quits, my mother did something that all loving mothers do. She made a sacrifice for me. She gave me her pearls because I am her daughter and it was something I wanted. She's a wonderful mother and I am so blessed that she is mine. She takes care of me and my two sisters. She looks out for me and wants me to succeed. She is everything I could ask for and more. I can count on her to always be there for me.
And someday, when she no longer is physically standing by my side, I will always have my mother's pearls.
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