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A Daughter Remembers
by Brenda Powell

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Mom was a beautiful woman inside and out. Her inner and outer beauty went hand in hand. As a mother of three I can now see how my mother's life has impacted me. I can remember as a young child how her love for me made me who I am today. I'm not anyone famous or of royalty. I'm just proud to be me; I'm a mother, a daughter, a sister, a teacher, and a friend. As I go through my life raising my children, I'm starting to see my mother in me. Mom, to our family, was a mother, a father, a teacher, a doctor, a nurse, and a disciplinarian; all these traits I find in me as I look out on my family. As I look at my life now and then; oh, how Mom must have loved me, by allowing me to be me. A mother's love was hard to see when all I saw was me. I didn't see that she had hopes and dreams of being more than a mother to me. I didn't see that she had feelings, wants, and needs. I didn't see that all she wanted was for the best to come out in me. I didn't see that as she kept a tight reign on me she was trying to protect me from me. However, she saw in me the person she knew that I could be and therefore kept me under her wing.

How can you tell someone who is no longer here that you now know and understand? Why, she took the time to care; she could have lived her life in spite of me, but she chose to bring out the best in me; by taking the time to be there and show me how someone shows that they care. So here's to you Mom and may everyone know that this daughter of yours loves you so. I hope that I can be to my children the mother you were to me. The memory of you that I cherish the most is when you told me that I remind you of yourself. I take great pride in knowing that I have become just like you.

It has been fifteen years since Mom's untimely death. However, I still miss her dearly, but I'm not so much reminded of her death but of the life she lived before. I hope that I can pass that on to my children; who she longed for me to conceive. I hope the stories that I share with them will help them know a little about the woman who has impacted my life and has inspired me to be the woman I am today.

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