Gratitude

Within the past 18 months of my fairly nomadic life, I've learned a few things. One of the most potent revelations is that the world is much smaller than I once thought, and so am I.

There is something, however, that has become grander, more impressive. There is something, someone, that continues to grow ever more amazing: my mom. During the times when I've needed someone, homesick in Rwanda or juggling grad school applications in Peru, she is without fail the first person I think of and the person I trust the most. She works the hardest to know about my life and believes the strongest in my potential. There is unshakable certainty in her love.

Yes, I've learned a great deal. I've learned, or at least have come to a better understanding, of how incredibly blessed I am to have my mother.