Who’s to blame? Mom, of course…
Blame this woman for my unwavering need to always say what’s on my mind.
Blame this woman for inspiring me to never leave the house without lipstick.
Blame this woman for my straight-shooting attitude that YES, I can HANDLE IT and it will be done right (whatever it is that might need to be handled).
Blame this woman for showing me that fighting for what is right is always worth it.
Blame this woman for showing me that a homemade meal, dessert, appetizer and/or anything else that people may eat is far more special, superior and savory than buying it at the store or getting it catered.
Blame this woman for my I-really-don’t-care-if-it’s-a-designer-bag-or-not attitude.
Blame this woman for my ambition and continuous self-evaluation that keeps me smiling, doing my best and trying to be better.
Blame this woman for my crying gene… the one that makes my eyes well up and appreciate the magic anytime something wonderful or fateful comes my way.
Blame this woman for my weird obsession to clean the house and load the dishwasher before leaving for a vacation.
Blame this woman for my “suck-it-up, be tough and handle it” philosophy.
Blame this woman for my unwavering opinion regarding the importance of being a good flirt.
Blame this woman for my confidence and clear sense of self in raising my own baby girl.
Blame this woman for much of the point of view on this blog… and so much more.
I love you, Mom.
Jaime J. says
Beautiful post. Your mom looks amazing!! (Tell her I said so). So do you, of course 🙂