Mommy’s Day is very special to me. Solely, due to the fact that I have the best mother in the world.Mommy came from a family of limited means, and even started working at the age of six delivering newspapers in her neighborhood. With no money for school, and not wanting to follow the pregnancy trend, mom joined the army at age eighteen. She retired as a Sargent Major, one of the highest rankings in the United States Army.She is never one to not put her all into a task. While growing up, I tried to rebel against anything and everything that she taught me. In the end, she was always right and was only trying to prevent me from making careless mistakes. My mom adopted me when I was seven years old. She told me that I was truly a gift from God, and she had long prayed for a child. Little did she know, I had always prayed for a mother. Now that all the battles are over, and I have matured, there is nothing that I cannot share with my mother. It is almost like we are two different people.I can call her in the middle of the night crying my eyes out, and she listens and tells me that stress and worry will get me nowhere in life. Everything has its season. Life goes on. I am strong, but I am nowhere as strong as my mother. She is proud of me even when I am not proud of myself. I was so naive to the fact that all the lessons that she taught were not to make me angry, she was not the enemy, she was preparing me for a world that is harsh and would surely knock me down. So, Ms. Greta, Mommy, Madre’, I love you very much. I hope to be HALF of the woman that you are. Strong. Beautiful. The impossible is always possible.