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When it comes to thinking about a place in my childhood that I find of importance, it is not a place, but a person that comes to mind. This person in my mother. I mean no disrespect to my family they are important too, but the love I have for my mother goes beyond them. My mom is my everything, from when I was a child, until now, and until forever. Since I was a little girl she has been everything I could have ever asked for.
From tending to me when I needed her warmth and comfort, to being my rock, my best friend and sticking up for me when I could not myself. She has been my shelter from the storm, the place that which I feel most safe.
It seems to be like it has always just been just me and my mom. When I was five we made the commute from Washington D.C to Texas for a better life and better education for my brother and me.
I can not say that I recall much about the move, except for shortly after settling into our new house my mom telling me that my dad was going to have to go back D.C. She tried to explain that every week my dad was going to be gone for part of it. I didn’t realize it then, but this would impact my life deeply when it came to the relationship I had with my father, and how close I would find myself to my mother.
I began distancing myself dad and finding security in my mom. I can’t describe the feeling I felt when he was gone, be it wistfulness or vexation, but I found relief in crawling into her bed when he was gone. I felt safe with her, like she could protect me from anything. Throughout the years I became very close to my mom, anything she did, I wanted to do it. She became my safety net, she became my everything.
My mom was, and will always be, my best friend, my everything, my rock. Most little girl’s best friends were their beloved stuffed animal, or the girl they sat next to in their homeroom class, but not me. Needless to say I was not as close with my mom as I am now but I looked up to her. I could talk to her about anything and everything. When I was in second grade I was diagnosed with severe dyslexia, and as a result, got bullied. Kids were vicious animals who were infatuated with calling me stupid, retarded and making fun of my inability to write and put together simple sentences. I would come home and find comfort in crying in my mother’s lap while she played with my hair as I discussed the events. While I was too weak to speak up for myself, my mother was not. She was strong-willed, she stood up and advocated for me when I myself did not know how to.
My mom is still the place I find myself feeling most safe. As I said before she is my everything, from when I was a child, until now, and until forever. I do not need her to take care of me as much as I did when I was younger, but I know that if I need her, she has my back. I still go to her when I am in need of comfort and safety and she is still my rock. My mom has taught me a lot about life and to me that is something I find of importance.
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