My Mother

I love my Mother for all the sacrifices she made for me, and still makes for her children today. My Mother, Paula Willard, is the most unselfish, caring and loving individual I know.

When I was younger, my Mom and I would play hide and seek in our house almost everyday. Even though I would hide in the most noticeable places, she would pretend to search for her squirmy six yearÐold daughter. When I missed the school bus, she would walk me to school. Inside my lunch box many times was a note from her, telling me to have a great day. Every night she used to tuck me in with a story. During the winter she would make ice cream out of freshly fallen snow or make monkey dolls out of old socks. She always baked something great for my school bake sales. She always stood up for me to bullies much bigger than I was. When I was sick, she would rub my back while I threw up.

As I grew, her love for me never changed. When I had a bad day during my high school years she would wipe my tears and make a smile magically appear on my face. When I had my first child she was there. When I had my second child she was there. And when I moved to Winslow she was there loading the truck. Everyday I call my mother and tell her that I love her and ask her how her day was. IÕm glad my Mother took the time to care and nurture my siblings and me. SheÕs the bestest in the Westest!

I love you Mom!


Messy Cressy


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