When I was upset, she let me cry. But after the tears dried, she always told me if I was wrong.
She taught me to stand up for what was Right. And not care too much for what other people thought and said.
Like my Mother, I am opinionated and outspoken. Which is why we always seem to disagree, even though we are more alike than either would want to admit.
My kids are lucky, if I can be half the Mother that my Mother was.
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