May 12, 2014
i can barely begin to start typing words. my mom is amazing. she’s so amazing it’s hard to put her into words. her name is maxine.
as a women. she’s selfless, beautiful and kind. she’s a lady. she carries herself with confidence and speaks with wisdom. she’s modest and stunningly beautiful. she’s not just a mom, but a sharp business women, a good friend, a loving wife and an incredibly talented artisan.
as an artist. the mediums of art beg to be in her hands. she can master the art of just about anything she touches. cameras, clay, cloth, beads, paint. she’s a potter, a photographer, a seamstress, a quilter, a painter, a jewelry maker, a doll maker. and she does it all superbly.
as a mom. she’s supportive, nurturing and encouraging. she’s my biggest advocate and inspires most anything that i do. she’s faithful through and through. she’s thoughtful and intentional with her words and her actions. she’s an excellent teacher and a great mentor. she’s a good listener and always gives sound advice.
as a grandmother. she’s kind and gentle, funny and caring. i think she loves bear just as much as she loves me. she delights in him in every way and loves to see him learn and grow. she’s careful and protective and makes me know he’s safe in her care.
thank you, mom for having a flower garden just because i loved the blooms. for baking cakes on every special occasion. for teaching us how to cook and craft. for letting us play in the dirt and the sand and in the woods. for supporting my education, my dreams and my impossible goals. for telling me to stop plucking my eyebrows so thin and to eat something in the morning to keep my breath fresh. for rubbing my forehead when i have a headache and for rubbing my back when i’m tired. for teaching me about the Lord and reading the Bible to me every night. for showing me how to live instead of telling me.
photos by emily goodin, myself and callie lynch