There are a few things that I know for sure about my mother. She loved green tea in the mornings, listening to Celine Dion in the car and could always be counted on to give my sister and I a book every year for Christmas. In 1996 she gave me the first edition of Chicken Soup for the Soul: 101 Stories To Open The Heart And Rekindle The Spirit. I was 16 at the time and Mom had been trying to encourage my interest in writing. Her inscription on the inside cover read:
I thought you might appreciate the quotes + stories in this book. Some day you’ll have your own to collect that will give you inspiration. Write them down. We all need to be reminded that love is out there.
Mom never would have wanted me to have this story to tell. She couldn’t have imagined it. Yet, she had confidence in me. A feeling that someday I would want to share a part of my life with the rest of the world. Today I am 34 years old. I am a mother myself. Eighteen years after she gave me this gift, I am overwhelmed by the confidence she had in me. Reading her words inspires me to have the courage to share mine.