My mother

My mother is a beautiful woman.  In a lot of ways, her and I are completely opposite.  She has dark skin and the longest black hair I've ever known.  It's funny, I realized a few months ago that that's how I've come to identify my mother... by her hair (and her jingle, but thats something else and when taken outta context, is extremely funny).  When I'm lost in a crowd and I'm looking for her, it's her long black hair I catch first...

I wonder what other people develop as indicators of "mother".  It's interesting to me that everyones' perception of mother isn't my own.

My mother once gave me the shirt on her back (this happened two weeks ago).  She always makes me peanut butter and jelly sammiches when I'm home.  Always tries to wash my clothes (and washes them out, so I try and stop her from doing that now).  Whenever we're on trips she'll always hold my (for lack of a better word) crap, like empty bottles or wrappers.

She also gave me my fire.

For Valentines Day, I drove 45 minutes to go see her.  My dad was overseas and couldn't do anything for her (I'm not sure if he would anyways, but that's just how their relationship works, know that love exists and show it, don't always have to say it).  I bought her a rose and a lion doll with my color hair that stands up (my mom always says I have 'buckwheat' hair).  I told her the rose was from my dad and the lion was from me.

She smiled and said I'm the only one who ever tells her I love her.  My brother doesn't say it as much.  I started saying it the day I realized one day my mother is going to die and I need to tell her as much as I can before she leaves.  It's made her time remaining much more happier.  I hope my brother will follow in suite.

I love my mother.