Someone who has greatly impacted my life is my mother, Jan Brown. A woman whom is so courageous and selfless, she has become a saint in my eyes. Jan was born in Oklahoma and grew up with her parents and her older brother, David. My mom didn’t find out until she was an early adolescent that she was adopted. I have asked her many times if she would ever like to know her real parents. Every time she kindly responds, “no, Papa and Gam are the people who raised me and loved me unconditionally, they are my parents.” A part of me thinks that she is curious about her birthparents but I also know she loves my grandparents too much to even question the thought of what her life could have been like otherwise. This is just one of the instances where my mother has put herself last on the list of priorities and her loved ones first.
My mother has raised my two brothers and myself yet never ceases to amaze me. I have been and always will be my mother’s little girl. That is something that I know will never change no matter how old I am. My mother and I have generally always had a close relationship, except for maybe one or two rebellious teen years. Sometimes I don’t think I tell my mom how much she truly means to me and how much I appreciate everything she does on a daily basis. Even though I am thousands of miles away from her and living a life of my own, she still remains my go-to person, my problem solver, my shopping buddy and my best friend.
Posted by Megan Brown
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