I have the number-one-best mother in the entire world. Today is her birthday, and she is absolutely amazing. Every year we go around the table at dinner and say what we like about the birthday person; I called Mom this evening to tell her one of the countless things I love about her.
My mom taught me that it doesn't matter what others think: the only people who need to be okay with what you do are yourself and the Lord. I sometimes feel weird that my social inclinations are minimal, somewhat odd because of my deep-rooted homebody tendencies; but Mom has always reassured me that as long as I'm okay with what I do and the Lord is okay with what I do, then my hermit tendencies are completely acceptable and that I'm loved regardless. I have always felt accepted by my mom (and dad as well)--I've never had to prove anything, and I've never doubted the love my mom and dad have for me.
My mom is one-hundred-percent incredible--she's the most beautiful person I know. I love her more than I could possibly articulate.
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Thank you, thank you, thank you--my sweet Charlotte.
Your mom is amazing. I love getting to know her on her blog plus all the stories from you and Jessie :)
I second the notion!
She is one hundred percent incredible! The only moms that can compete with her are mine and Grandma. And that is wonderful advice, I try to remember that often.
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