As told by Ana Gardener
My mother is Sylvia Conner. I call her mother or mommy. She, in one word, is “caring". I chose that word as out of it springs other adjectives to qualify her. Because of her care, gentleness can be seen. She endures situations and is always there for her kids and husband. I admire her gentle words that calm me.
When angry, she speaks St. Martin English. She was happy when I cooked dinner, but wasn't very good. It had no taste, so I added sugar instead of salt.
I am like her because I am too caring. My care has extended to animals (except insects). The other day I took a bird that had fallen from its nest home to nurture it for a while. It has flown away now, unfortunately.
She went to work. I saw my mom going to night school. I cannot imagine how rough it was having to work and be a mom by day and then at night, having to go to school and sit exams.
What I appreciated most was her determination (I guess that's why I like studying this much and constantly giving myself challenges). One night her classmate could not go to school, and mother was afraid to drive at night alone, but she “pulled up her socks” and decided she wasn't missing class. So she faced her fears! When she returned home, father asked us to applaud her courage! That situation has taught me to face my fears and to take on challenges. But most of all you are never too old to enhance your education.
At church, she re-launched the 'creche' for the kids after it had been closed for some years. And I also know she wanted to open her own. She is has the diploma to be the director of one, but I think that project is on hold. But her constant need for challenges and her determination has led her to be a part of the 7th St. Maarten Girls Brigade (GB), and to organize various fundraising activities for that cause. I basically think she has helped a lot of young ladies who passed through that GB.
She taught me to love the Lord and I would say her inspirations are Jesus and her late mother.
When I was young, I had several problems with my mouth. I had to pull of at least 8 teeth. She was always there during the operations and especially at night to read me bedtime stories when I couldn't fall asleep because of the pain.
Mommy, you mean so much to me. And words are too insignificant to express how much I appreciate you. God did a great job at placing me into your care. I love you.
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