I came home from school in a state one day. I was livid at a petty wrong that had been done to me. Triumphant on how I had dealt with it in the way only a headstrong teenager can. The moment my mother got home, I started venting. How I vented! I cried, I yelled, I cried some more. She patiently heard me through, let me sob on her shoulders.
And when I was calm, and able to deal with it, she told me exactly what mistakes she thought I had made.
I strive to be a mother like that.
"If you can rely on someone who is going to love you no matter what you do, I think that is pretty empowering."
~ Teri Johnson, mother of US gymnast Shawn Johnson