My Mother

When creating a blog based on the most influential women in my life, I was almost certain that the first person I had to write about was my mother. Barbara Knight, the initial vision I had of a strong, powerful woman as a young girl. My mother is the pinnacle of perseverance, a symbol of utmost beauty, and the reason for my being. Growing up, I viewed her as superwoman. To this day, I genuinely believe there is nothing my mother can’t do. As I grow older our relationship continues to bloom into something that can be only shared between a mother and daughter. I know that my home is not a place but that it lies within her heart, no matter where she is. When I am weary, I have a home in her, when I rejoice, I have a home in her. There will never come a time when she isn’t a safe haven for my troubles or the first person I want to share my good news with.

My mother always puts her children first, no matter what the circumstances are. I remember when I had surgery for the first time and my pain was unbearable; she was the only person I wanted to comfort me. I was difficult to deal with, and grossly demanding. Still she stuck by my side with a smile and told me that everything was going to be okay. When I’m difficult to deal with, my life’s a mess, or I’m lost with no sense of direction, my mother never fails to convey pure, unconditional, love; just as God show’s all of His children. My mother is an amazing woman, and there are no words to exactly describe how important to me she is.