If I can teach my daughters
– to stand firm on their own two feet
– to be true to themselves
– to follow their gut and believe in their abilities
– to give people the benefit of the doubt
– to believe in their friends and family
– to always be honest
– to not be afraid to call people on their B.S.
– to tell it like it is
– to unclog a kitchen sink and fix a dripping toilet
– to differentiate good art from cheese
– to cook a tasty meal or ten
– to dare to smell the yucky stuff in the fridge
– to dance in the kitchen, at the grocery store, and anywhere else they want
– to recognize a good bargain
– to know when to laugh and when to cry, and that it’s OK to do both
– to always be gracious in the face of adversity
– to stand firm and not let anyone talk down to them
– to be proud to be themselves at all times
well then I’ll be half the mother my mother is.
This past Sunday was Mother’s Day in France. I sent my mommy some flowers, but I thought she deserved to know how much I admire her and how much I value everything she’s taught me over the years. Bonne fête, maman, je t’aime.
That is sweet! Happy Mother’s Day to your maman!