My mom and I don’t seem to always see eye to eye on things but I don’t think she realizes how much I’ve appreciated the things she has done for me through the years. Indulge me, if you will, as I dedicate today’s blog to my mom.
... that although I was raised in a country where religion was frowned upon, my mom made sure I had a Christian upbringing. Taking me to church and teaching me the Lord’s Prayer was a top priority for my mom even though it didn’t make her very popular among the citizens of Cuba.
Actual Cathedral we use to go to in Cuba
… that she left her country to come to the United States to give me a better life. After 40 years of living in Cuba with my grandparents, my mom was very courageous to come to a new country, learn a new language, and raise a daughter - all on her own.
My VERY pregnant mom
… that even when things were tough financially, my mom always found a way for me to have everything I needed.
My mom, me and my grandma.
... her determination to win her continuing battle against breast cancer.
… her unconditional love for my boys.
And last but not least, and this I've realized after having kids of my own, I am thankful for all the little day-to-day sacrifices she made when I was young. The “little” sacrifices like when she was tired from a long day’s work, yet she sat and played dolls with me with a smile on her face. The “little” sacrifices like when she drove me and my girlfriends to Sonic for chocolate shakes (at 2:00 am). The "little" sacrifices like driving me to get my hair fixed for prom when I had accidentally died it green (long story). And the list goes on and on.
Mom, for every time you've felt unappreciated, please know that I do recognize the things you do/did and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
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