Lately I've been noticing I say the same things she used to say and I even find myself acting the very same way. When I look in the mirror, she's right there in my eyes staring back at me. And I realize the older I get the more I can see how much she loved my dad and my sister and me, and she did the best that she could and I only hope when I have my own family that everyday I see a little more of my mom in me.
There were times I thought she was being just a little bit hard on me, but now I understand she was making me become the woman she knew that I could be. In everything she ever did she always did it with love and I'm proud today to say I'm her daughter