Mothers & Daughters

I am my mothers’ daughter. From my mom Pat, I get my creative inspiration. Her job, working in a theatre, gave me the creative spark at such a young age. Dancing across the large stage as a small child and pretending like the seats were filled with people there to see me. This was my first feeling of wanting to be in theatre. I was always trying to entertain people from a small age. My mother Pat gave me so many opportunities which made the creative person I am today. Her belief in me and undying love allows me to shoot for the stars. She gave me experience in life.

The day I arrived in Canada was a very emotional and exciting time in my mother, Pat’s life. Now that I look back I know the feeling was mutual.

I find it interesting the more I learn about my birth mother, Cocuta. We are very much alike. Although we are millions of miles away, and without knowing each other, we have experienced the same heart aches in life. One major one was being separated from each other. It was hard for me feeling abandoned. Yes I have a great family in Canada but it never got rid of the feeling of abandonment. My mother lossed me… She was told I was dead, and it broke her heart.

Her and I don’t have the best taste in men. I too have experienced the on and off again relations which were really painful. It is not a fun cycle but I am happy my mother found happiness in herself and her children. I’ve lived and learned from my mistakes and it is something that can not be rushed. It will happen when its meant to happen.

Then there are things like our love to cook and garden. She makes cabbage rolls and I LOVE to eat cabbage rolls!

We both are wise in the sense that we both enjoy the sentimental things rather than large materialistic things. Having a loving family, food, and shelter are most important things to us. Money does not buy you true happiness.

I was brought up by my parents Pat and Bruce who have a good heart. I take after them in the sense I care for people without expecting things in return. This is how I know my birth mother is so grateful for my parents here in Canada. They raised me right, and how she would of liked to raise me. She is proud of me. Although she questioned if I were really dead, she was always proud of giving birth to me. I feel so grateful to have such great people looking out for me.