At birth, she was my provider . From nourishment in the womb to safety as an infant, my mother provided for all of my needs. She ensured that I was clean, fed, safe, and healthy. From middle-of-the-night feedings to innumerable diaper changes to singing me to sleep, my mother was my caregiver and provider. As a young girl, my mother was my teacher . She taught me the difference between right and wrong, how to say "please" and "thank you" and countless other necessities like how to tie bows, scramble eggs, make a bed, and read and write. As I grew older, my mom became my mentor . I watched as she greeted everyone with a smile and a kind word. I observed her endless energy, kindness, and service to others. It seemed that no matter where we went, everyone knew who she was and had a word to say to her. She listened, laughed, and even cried with her friends, always offering support and encouragement. I learned how to care for ot...