Becoming My Mother

I began writing this because I was afraid of being a mom with out my mother. That I wouldn’t know what to do. When my mother passed away I looked for something concrete to keep her knowledge alive. I valued her parenting skills so deeply and was so afraid I didn’t possess them. But it isn’t a book I need to look in, it is myself. She raised me with love, trust in herself, and faith in me. Although I do feel like that high school girl again stepping out from around the corner to tell my mom that I am afraid of disappointing her, I can hear her telling me, “I have faith in you.”