My mom the saint.

My Mom is a saint. I was told that once by a holy man when I was a teenager. At the time what did I know or what did I care. Here this man was telling me this to try and show me why our mothers are important and how we should appreciate them. It was in one ear and out the other then. Now, I know what he meant when he said that. She raised us with very little money, but she gave us so much and sacrificed so much for us. As a mother of a teenager now, I know what she went through. Everything that I do now is for my children and I would give up everything I have to give it to them if they need it. She did that for us. I remember that things were not always great for her and that she probably would have wanted to run away from it all at times, but she never did. Even in her old age now, she is beautiful in every way and She makes me very proud to call her mom. I think back and see her there for me when ever I needed her. I truly believe that my mother is a saint and I love her.