She taught me how to hit a baseball, without ever hitting one herself.
She worked 7-days a week, for 6-months straight, so that I could have a car to drive to school.
Despite all of my resistance, she taught me how to meditate when I was 20 years old. And trust me there was a lot of resistance.
She stood by me when I re-rooted my life and decided to follow my dreams and go to film school, at the age of 30.
She flew 4300 km to watch my first film screening and showed nothing but love.
She is the reason I am, who I am.
But sometimes who "I am" is no longer "me".
For a mom that can be really hard to accept, because no one knows you better than mama.