I told a person, who once was in life, I was getting married, and in passing I mentioned the groom's politics which was greeted with a the comment, "Well, I guess you are now just like your mother."
Wait, did I hear sarcasm there? Oh, wait, you aren't giving a compliment, are you? Oh, due to the fact, she doesn't believe the same as you then she must be wrong. You need a villain in your story, and you choose those who don't measure up to your personally developed standards, which have done you wonders. I'm sorry, but it would be honor to be like my mother.
She is brave. She has battled several diseases with courage and grace. No matter how bad things have gotten, she has never felt sorry for herself. She doesn't feel the need to moan and groan about the lot life has given her. Instead, she moves forward to the next day with gratitude.
She is honest. She lives her life in completely honesty, and yes, sometimes, I would rather hear a more peaceful truth, but it is always easier to live in fantasy than in reality. She is a woman of integrity and honor, and she lives her life behind closed doors as she would in the public square.
She is smart. She can talk politics, religion, entertainment, and philosophy, but she doesn't have to hear her own voice to prove to others she is capable.
She is generous and loving. I have seen her give her last fifty to a former student. She has sacrificed time and time again for her family. Even when it hard for her to get up in the morning, she is there for those who need her. For the past eight years, she has supported me as I faced one life changing event after another. Sometimes she may be vocal with her opinion, but her judgement is sound and done with love.
She is my mommy. I will not apologize for being close with her. Even when we don't see eye to eye, I know her love is true. It is with pride I say I am my mother's daughter.