I always tell people "I'm soooooo conceited" and
they look at me with this weird look on their face, like I just told them I can
bench-press 300 pounds. They laugh
and say, “No you are not”! You are
too nice to be conceited. I
laugh and say wait until you get to know me better.
Now, when I say that I am conceited, maybe what I really mean is that I am just overly confident, sometimes to a fault. Heidi Klum can be at a party but when I walk in, I think to myself, “Yeah she’s hot, but I am way hotter!!”
But honestly, these feelings of confidence and sureness in myself all come from one place... my mother.
Now, when I say that I am conceited, maybe what I really mean is that I am just overly confident, sometimes to a fault. Heidi Klum can be at a party but when I walk in, I think to myself, “Yeah she’s hot, but I am way hotter!!”
But honestly, these feelings of confidence and sureness in myself all come from one place... my mother.
For as long as I can remember my mother has told me that I
am the smartest, the prettiest, the nicest, the loveliest, the funniest child,
girl, teen, and woman alive. Throughout the years I have come to believe all of
these superlatives and even own them from time to time. OK maybe ALL the time :)
I have my mother to thank for my obsession with reflective surfaces, because I cannot walk by a mirror, store window or stainless steel fridge without checking myself out. This is not a joke; I honestly do this, A LOT.
Thanks to my mother I have the confidence to know that I can
try my hand at anything and even if the outcome is not how I expected, still be
proud that at least I gave it my best.
I of course have my own set of insecurities, but thanks to my mami, I
know that I can always pick up the phone and call her and in two seconds she
will have made my head so BIG, that I will go out there and try even harder
than before. There is not one
phone conversation with my mom that does not end some way like this:
Me: bye mami, love youuuuuuu, muahhhhMami: te quiero mami, God Bless you, I loveeee you sooooo much, I missssss youuuMe: love you too mami, miss you too, muahhhMami: I love youMe: I love you too, byeMami: bye, I love youMe: bye, muahhh
And eventually one of us will hang up the phone.
What my mother does not realize is that to me, she is the
smartest, the prettiest, the nicest, the loveliest, the funniest woman, wife
and mother alive. Everyday I want
to be more like her. I want to be
as caring, as sassy and as stubborn as she is, because when I say, “ohh God, I
am turning into my mother” to me that is actually a good thing. I have huge shoes to fill and hope one
day I will be lucky enough to have my future children feel the same way about
me.
Happy (American) Mothers day mami. You are my friend, my confidant and my inspiration.
Te Quiero!
I mean I always looked at you like you just benched 300 pounds!
ReplyDeleteGive her kisses for me. I hope that one day my little princess can say these same words about me one day!
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