So everyday, we would go to the dunes, and I would tell them I would see them at that buoy. And I would tell my mom that today was the day that I would make it. Because I tried, everyday I could, to get to that buoy, I kicked and kicked and kicked and I just got tired, scared and eventually would turn back around.
My mother knew she could come rescue me if I needed her. And there were lifeguards too.
She would pacify me with ice cream and some sand toys and tell me that tomorrow was the day….
And every day that I would try haha and fail, my mother would say keep going. And “you are almost there”. She encouraged me. She never let me feel defeated for long.
That was my Mom. She always encouraged me. Even if she wasn’t too fond on my goals.
That is why she will always be my hero. The older I get, and the years that go by without her remind me how important encouragement is. That is the part of her I keep close to my heart. And the role that I try and play for my nieces and nephews.