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Everything I Needed to Know, I Learned from My Mom

I love that we have a day set aside every year dedicated to mothers. I have been blessed with the most amazing mom, as well as so many amazing women in my life who have loved me and supported me. I wouldn't be where I am today without them. My amazing mom has been on my mind a lot this week, and I started to think about all of the things she has taught me. There's honestly too many things to name, but here's just a few:

1. My mom taught me how to be selfless. My mom literally thinks of everyone else in the world before herself. She's always doing something for someone else. She sincerely cares about the people she loves, and I want to be just like that.

2. My mom taught me the importance of family. When I first left home to come to BYU, I thought the things I would miss most were the big events. What I actually miss most are just the little moments we had as a family. I still remember that almost every night, my mom set a trend where one by one our family would gather in the living room. Some of us would bring a book to read, some would bring homework, Jenn would bring her iPod because in her words "reading is boring." Sometimes we would talk and laugh and share stories from the day. Other times we would just sit quietly each doing our own thing, but still just being together. My mom fosters an environment of love in our home. All because of her, we honestly love being together. I want my future home to be just like the one I grew up in.

3. My mom taught me how to listen. Every day when I came home from school, my mom would stop whatever she was doing, and sit in the kitchen with my sisters and I while we ate a snack and told her about our days. Whenever I call home, she always takes a sincere interest in the things that are going on in my life and it means so much to me!

4. My mom taught me the Gospel. Without my mom, there's no way our family would have made it to church every Sunday. Her testimony strengthened mine while I was growing up and still continues to strengthen mine! She fulfills all of her church assignments to the best of her ability and has made me want to do the same!

5. My mom taught me how to believe in myself. Confidence has always been something that I've struggled with, but no matter what my mom has always believed in me. She is my biggest supporter and always has been and I know that she always will be.

Happy Mother's Day Mom! I love you so much and I'm so lucky to call you my mom and one of my best friends!


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