I’ve copy/pasted this from something I found on the Internet, and re-phrased it, but it still holds value to me:
My mom carried me in her stomach for nine months. She felt sick for months with nausea, then she watched her feet swell & her skin stretch & tear; she struggled to climb stairs, she got breathless quick; she suffered many sleepless nights. She then went through excruciating pain to bring me into this world. Then, she became my nurse, my chef, my maid, my chauffeur, my biggest fan, my teacher, & my best friend. She’s struggled for me, cried over me, hoped the best for me,& prayed for me. Most of us take our mom for granted but there are people who have lost or never even seen theirs. So I am posting this because I love my mom and appreciate her.
