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Why I Love My Mom: Unlike Mothers of Late
Editors' note: The following is one of the third place entries in the "Why I Love My Mom" series. Click here for more >
My mother is unlike mothers of late. She floats in and out of my thoughts and reminds me with her quaint voice, “This is your greatest hope. Hold Him inside and capture all the warmth that He wraps you in.” Her spirit echoes in the love I show my husband; an unfailing softness in my kiss. My cheeks know her lips; their imprint is that of love unconditionally, my eyes are familiar to her hands because of how many tears they have wiped away, my heart knows her love because it’s been the rawest form of kindness it has ever known, and my small frame knows her hugs because they fill the cracks that others have caused.
Why I Love My Mom: She Listens to God's Voice
Editors' note: The following is one of the third place entries in the "Why I Love My Mom" series. Click here for more >
Leticia Ann Kimura is my mom in many respects. She is not only my biological mother, she is also my spiritual mom, having baptized me last year, and my vocational mom, having inspired me to become a writer and not letting me give up on it. My mom tells corny jokes and is a total book worm. She is the complete opposite of tech savvy and I’ve had more ups and downs with her than any other person in my life—these are only some of the reasons I love her.
