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Just thinking about my mom and our relationship makes my eyes tear up. I lost her in October 2001. Cancer. Her life lessons were great and numerous, some she taught with words, other with actions. My mom, who was absolutely stunning inside and out, taught me so many things about being a woman, a good mother, a good wife, and more. I am not yet a wife or a mother, but I feel that her example is the one I will always remember and try to emulate.
Growing up I was always a hearty eater, but never fat. Yeah I had the chubby phase like we all did, but that was right before the growth spurt when I grew taller than all the boys over one summer. One night we were sitting down to dinner as a family as we did every night (really late, at like 9 PM) and after eating a huge bowl of shells with my mom's bolognese (she was a fantastic cook) I went for a second huge bowl. My mom looked at me intensely and asked if I was sure I wanted that second bowl. I thought about it, grabbed only a little bit instead, and ate it. For some reason that memory has always been vivid in my mind, especially when I go for seconds when I don't really need more food. It was a small lesson, less than a minute of action, but one that sticks out in my mind today.
When I want to remember my mom, I don't go to the grave site, I don't write in my diary, I don't sit and cry (usually). I cook. I blast some Italian music, put on an apron, and cook.
I wouldn't be the strong woman I am today without everything my mom was. She is gone, but I still become more and more like her every day. Like my mom, I love to cook, I love to take care of my family, I love to dress up, I love to have fun.
I miss her. She was my hero, the type of woman I hope to become. She still is my hero.