Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you.
Exodus 20:12
My Dad and I don’t exactly have the strongest relationship. We butt heads quite a bit. He’s very hard-headed and stubborn. He’s sarcastic yet very quiet. It’s unfortunate for the both of us, as he is the only Dad I’m ever going to have. We’re just…complete strangers who live together. My Mother tries and tries to make up the difference. She does very well at filling the gaps but it’s just not the same as being Daddy’s Little Girl. I only hope and pray that my future husband will be able to fill the void I’ve been left with and do for my children what my Dad didn’t.
My Mother is my role model. She is the woman I aspire to be like as I progress through life. She is someone who constantly gives without selfish expectations. She, like many mothers, constantly puts her children and their needs light-years ahead of her own. She’s the woman who taught me to respect without judgement, to love unconditionally, and to always strive to do my best. She gave me my great work ethic and my love of sci-fi movies (the ones with the big, mutant bugs and animals). She taught me to love others and treat them as I’d like to be treated. She held me when I cried, calmed me when I was angry, and congratulated me when I succeeded. She sat front row in every basketball game throughout my 10 years playing and coaching. You could always hear her voice above everyone else’s, “Body check ’em Sara!” She is a wonderful woman. She’s done so much for me and the only way I can ever dream of repaying her is to grow into the woman she’s taught me to be.
Sarandipitous 