My Mother’s Daughter

Veronica’s Brood

Since the passing of my Mom to breast cancer five years ago, I’ve used Mother’s Day as a gauge to see how my life is or isn’t progressing. I am truly my Mother’s Daughter as the saying goes, in that I primarily try to live my life conscientiously according to how I know Mrs. Veronica Louise lived hers.

She raised my three sisters and I to be courageous, respectful, intelligent, and to have integrity; common sense, grace and a strong sense of personal worth; and her most dominant lesson (and my sisters and I will all agree on this), to be loving and compassionate.

I know that I hadn’t always lived up to what my Mother’s expectations of me were in the past and even now, as I feel her, as always, protectively watching over her brood. However, I still check that those admirable qualities at least remain part of my makeup … my DNA. They were a part of hers, so I intend to keep them intact.

Every so often when life throws me a challenging curve ball, I can’t help but think, “How would Mom have handled this ?” It helps to have that strong foundation supporting my decisions.

My Mother taught by example, and my sisters and I couldn’t help but want to imitate and be just like her. She was so loved, admired and respected by us and by everyone who came in contact with her. In all ways she was the embodiment of feminine beauty, strength and intelligence — the ideal womanly model for her growing girls to emulate.

I Am Proud To Be My Mother’s Daughter.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY