My family moved into a modest home in the suburbs when I was just eight months old, and this is where my parents still reside. Our home was always full of personality, with pictures of my brothers and me crowding the walls and our colorful drawings framed and put on the fridge. My mom didn’t follow the latest trends; instead, she opted for timeless style in a comfortable way, creating a home that three kids and multiple pets could enjoy without destroying. She taught me that in the pursuit of having a beautiful house, never be willing to sacrifice having a home to actually live in. Messes and laundry and such could wait; what mattered to her was that we were happy and that she had the opportunity to share in our happiness. In fact, though my parents ached to move for years, they decided not to so we could stay close to our friends. She always put us first, and still does to this day.
My mom has always been my favorite person to learn from. She has shown me what it truly means to be a helper. She’s great at just about everything she does: gardening, decorating, cooking—she’s a pro at them all. I love to watch my mom prepare for guests coming over. She somehow perfectly times out the food to be ready (and delicious) at the right moment, keeps the kitchen clean the whole time, all while having a glass of wine in her hand. My mom has also taught me how to make a space a home through always having fresh hydrangeas in the house, perfectly “chopped” pillows, and never an empty fridge. I hope to make a home one day as beautiful, welcoming, and gracious as the one my mom created.