Through My Mother's Eyes

As I was growing up, my mother took college classes in the evening in order to continue to expand and grow. I remember her taking a poetry class when I was about 13. At that age, you are beginning to think you know it all. My mother wrote a poem about a little duckling, turning into a beautiful swan. At the time, I thought the poem sappy and silly. I didn't realize she was writing about me! She gave me that poem, framed, the day I graduated from college, which I had put myself through. It was at that point I realized I had made my mother proud. I also realized that no matter what I were to do, as long as I tried, I would always make my mother proud. (I now have twin babies, and my mother calls me the ultimate over-acheiver!)

-Mary Kunzweiler

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