She was beginning to get impatient and tense, so I sat by her on the couch. I had the urge to bury my head in her arms. It has been what feels like forever, since I did that and it brought back an overflow of memories of my childhood or when I was a little girl.

She always used to gently brush my hair until it was extremely soft and always read me a bedtime story. She told a new one every night and I always loved them, most of them were about adventures, fairytales, fantasies and stories like that. She always helped me with my confidence and told me how pretty I was every day. My mom also said that beauty on the inside matters too. She still tells me that kind of stuff these days.

As a young girl I had many headaches and absence seizures and she would have a cool rag on my head and give me medicine as I buried my head in my head in her arms. I have always been scared of seizures, I still am today. Although, every time I had one she always calmed me down because I tend to be very stressed out and tired after one.

When we were in mass, I would sometimes get tired and irritable, as most small and young children do. But I knew I always had my mother's arms when I needed them. When I was
hurt she always held me in her arms until I stopped crying and made sure I was okay. When I got bullied in elementary school she always told me it wasn't your fault and held me which was comforting. When I was scared of something rather it be something that wasn't real like a monster under my bed or when my dad fought with my mom, or when they got a divorce she always told me it will all be okay. She said no matter what nothing will change between us. I always felt safe when I buried my head in my mother's arms.

My mom always tells and shows me how much she loves me. She has always been there for me throughout my whole entire life. My mom makes me feel so special all of the time. She means everything to me. I love her beyond words. I honestly believe she is the best mother in the whole entire world. I don't know what I would do without her. We still have our rough spots though.

My mom isn't perfect, she has her flaws like everyone else in the world and she doesn't always understand me because I have gotten older and sometimes I disagree with her advice. Recently I've been having a hard time in my life involving very personal things and I thought she forgot about how it was when I was a little girl. Although, I cried knowing she still remembered when I was a mess or going through a rough time how to be my mother when I would bury my head in her arms.