Dear Mom,
My philosophy teacher asked me to write a letter to a former teacher that had made an impact in my life. I racked my brain thinking about what teacher meant the most to me and I realized it was you. You were the one who encouraged me, who made me think I could do anything.
My first memories of you were you holding me on your lap, reading to me. You taught me the love of words and showed me that you loved me by giving me attention. Whenever I wanted books, which was often, you scraped enough money up to buy me books to read. We were poor and I know it must have been a sacrifice, but you always worked hard, sometimes at 2 and 3 jobs.
You encouraged my love of creating. I remember you doing liquid embroidery. I watched you, fascinated by the pictures you painted with those colored pens. Then I begged you to let me try it. You gave me my own piece to work on. I loved doing crafts, you instilled that love in me. Later on I would teach myself to crochet. You never refused me when I asked for the chance to try it, you got me the materials and let me go at it.
When I wanted to learn how to cook and tried to make Tommy a birthday cake, I messed up and the cake fell in the middle. But you never said one discouraging word about my failure. You acted like I had made a perfect cake, and you let me keep trying. I still love to cook and I use recipes you handed down to me.
But the greatest lesson you taught me was love. After Daddy had a stroke and was in a wheelchair you took care of him. I know it must have been hard, but I never heard you complaining, even though life had taken a turn for the worse. I remember your get up and go, you did not let the hard things in life keep you down.
A child learns from role modeling, and you Mom role modeled life for me. You were the greatest teacher I ever had.
My philosophy teacher asked me to write a letter to a former teacher that had made an impact in my life. I racked my brain thinking about what teacher meant the most to me and I realized it was you. You were the one who encouraged me, who made me think I could do anything.
My first memories of you were you holding me on your lap, reading to me. You taught me the love of words and showed me that you loved me by giving me attention. Whenever I wanted books, which was often, you scraped enough money up to buy me books to read. We were poor and I know it must have been a sacrifice, but you always worked hard, sometimes at 2 and 3 jobs.
You encouraged my love of creating. I remember you doing liquid embroidery. I watched you, fascinated by the pictures you painted with those colored pens. Then I begged you to let me try it. You gave me my own piece to work on. I loved doing crafts, you instilled that love in me. Later on I would teach myself to crochet. You never refused me when I asked for the chance to try it, you got me the materials and let me go at it.
When I wanted to learn how to cook and tried to make Tommy a birthday cake, I messed up and the cake fell in the middle. But you never said one discouraging word about my failure. You acted like I had made a perfect cake, and you let me keep trying. I still love to cook and I use recipes you handed down to me.
But the greatest lesson you taught me was love. After Daddy had a stroke and was in a wheelchair you took care of him. I know it must have been hard, but I never heard you complaining, even though life had taken a turn for the worse. I remember your get up and go, you did not let the hard things in life keep you down.
A child learns from role modeling, and you Mom role modeled life for me. You were the greatest teacher I ever had.
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