The Importance of My Mother

             Many things and many people in my life have mattered to me, and many of these same things and people have also affected me in some profound, meaningful, and permanent way. Regardless of this, however, there is one person in my life who has done more for me than anyone else my mother. It seems that almost everyone thinks that their particular mother is the best one, and they cite thousands of wonderful reasons that make them feel this way. It is undoubtedly true that there are many wonderful mothers out there, and they are all very important to the people that love and care for them. Even though I believe that my mother is great, I never mean to imply that she is better than other mothers. She is, however, better for me because we are so compatible.
             As long as I can remember, my mother has been there for me. She took care of me when I was little like all good mothers do, but the relationship that we had as I got older was actually more important to me. As a child,
             I took the fact that my mother was there completely for granted. Most children do. Growing up was made easier by her love and concern, however, and now that I am no longer a child, I have a relationship with my mother that many people have with their closest friends. The meaning of this is beyond words, because I know that this is somewhat rare in a society where children grow up and move on, instead of staying close to their families. While this is a generalization, it seems that it is happening more and more often today and the trend will continue.
             Children who grow up and are not friends with their parents do not realize how much they are missing by neglecting this relationship. I realize there are some, because of abuse or other factors, where this relationship will never be, but most of these relationships do not happen simply because there is no effort made. I would not be who I am today if
             it were not for this friendship with my mother. She did all of the righ...

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