My mother is a phenomenal woman. Whether it is my needs or wants she never falls short. While my father essentially pays for everything, she tends to the lesser matters. She is beyond kind, with a tolerance that is inconceivable. Even with all my flaws, she overlooks the bumps, to see a finer surface. There is never a meal missed, or an emotion gone unchecked. She is there for me when I am high and low. Even more, she is a heralding reminder to be prominent, prudent, and peaceful. She is phenomenal to me because she is a great cook, a loving mother, and a more than generous provider.
I’ve had food in plenty of places across earth, yet none can compare to the sweet scent of mom’s cooking. Whether it’s the hot chocolate made from raw coco, to the alligator piquant she seems to finesse it all. As a three hundred pound man, I am in dire need of meals per day quota. Though she isn’t all knowing in the matter, she will struggle until the dish is of culinary perfection. Every bite becomes an ode to the flavors that ring true. Her specialty however is the creme brulee. Nothing can match the sweet decadence of the flavor.
The aroma is enough, to head a line at our door. When I comes to anything else, its but a video or two away. Her persistence is what makes her the culinary executive. Beyond words are the actions of my mother. If I arrive in a rut, she manages to rehabilitate me. She isn’t very humorous, though she will try to a fault just to see me smile. Though, it isn’t just I this service is provided to. Every one of my relatives seeks solace in her company. It seems as if she is already conscious of the dilemma before your arrival.
Never mind that word by ear, is the fastest form of gossip in the Arab world, she refuses to partake. To that fact, it becomes hard to understand her level of comprehension of any matter. Always in a good mood even if the occasion is uncalled for. An unnecessary burden she chooses to shoulder. She is constantly an emotional net not only to me, but to my sisters, friends, and family. Growing up my father was always away on work. Being a man of great discipline, he chose not to give us all that we desire.
I now know it was of great purpose. His job carried him all over the planet, but he always had his guidelines as to how we are raised. My mother being the emotional being she is managed to land herself a job during his reign away. Her job served two purposes, the first was to occupy the time in her day, due to her need of productivity. The second; was that two thirds of her check would be given to us for weekly spending. She would disobey my father’s orders to deprive us of all but the necessities.
She just couldn’t bare his ways, and in turn began to give us all that we please. It is an understatement to say she ensured our happiness. More overly she ensured social content. My mother is a phenomenal woman. Of all sentient beings she is most benevolent. She is a kind and gentle soul who wishes nothing more than the joy and happiness of all she holds dear. She is a generous provider of emotion and stability wherever she may roam. Her smile is a beacon of light that shines within my darkest corridors.
