My mother is far from being perfect, but I can assure that she has reached a state of virtue only a few human beings are capable to achieve. No, I’m not exaggerating. No, it isn’t because she’s my mom… She’s just too good to be true. Of course she has her flaws, but her good deeds make up for that and well, we all need the balance.

How many of us can say that we can hear our family and friends complaining for hours, day by day, without criticizing them instead of trying to understand and at a given moment… avoiding or ignoring them? Not many. But she has a friend who calls every day crying and complaining and she just feels a great deal of compassion; I don’t have a friend I can say can hear all my complaints without getting tired or bored… Oh well, I have my mom :) Anyway, she’s amazing.

But one of the things I love the most about my mom is that she taught me to say “Thank You” and to be grateful for even the little things in life. I don’t care if there are some human beings out there calling me “an ungrateful brat” for they are judging that way because of one situation that doesn’t describe my character. The truth is, I’m thankful because my mother taught me very well to say “Thank You” and because no matter how cold and dismissive people are toward me, I will always be capable of showing that I care, even if they don’t even say that precious thank you.

No, nothing happened. These are just reflections I make, especially after the holidays. These are reflections I make because I know somewhere, out there, there are more people like my mom and I’m hoping to cross paths with them.