Where mother stands is where I call home

But you were always that wildflower

on the hill, the poet in my heart,

the waves crashing in the sea of love,

songs I love cause they make more sense to me

while you are in the world.

Every petal is a soul of their own

and every soul needs a place to land

when winter's bitterness melts away

into eternal light of spring.

Let it be the home which keeps you warm

when she is long far away.

Let us be soft petals to land in her hands

for where my mother stands

is where I call home.

Mothers are an incredibly special species of human beings and everyone has her own story. I have watched my own overcome adversities I didn't know existed until I seen them. Single mother of three, enduring domestic violence for a number of years, worked at times for 16 hours a day, currently works 12 hour shifts, and all the while, through everything, always put her kids first. There has always been strength in her that I have always wanted in myself, the kind that gets her through anything that comes up. Her patience can stretch years so it sometimes seems. She truly is my hero.

I often remark that everything I know I learned from my mother. And it's true. The things life didn't teach me I found out through her. The world is such a huge place and it's easy to get lost in all the faces and places that surround you when you're somewhere you don't know. Anywhere I go, I always have her voice in the back of my mind and I frequently find myself asking "What would Mom do??"

Words don't quite say just how special a mother is. She is a being who has all the unconditional love, acceptance, compassion, sympathy, support, understanding and wisdom that we venture out to try and find elsewhere in the world. You never do find it again all in one place because they are all a magical conglomeration of things that make up this amazing being. You go out into the world and try to find something that comes close. And maybe you do. But we all eventually trek home and wind up on her doorstep or on the phone crying over life's trials. Even at three in the morning, she will stay up and listen until you feel a bit better.

This is dedicated to all the amazing mothers out there with their own stories. Thanks for everything you do.