I am very inspired by my mother's creativity. She is so skilled with her hands. I could watch her paint, or bake, or tinker in the garden for hours as a kid. I still do that now.
It wasn't until my parents divorced that I truly became inspired by her. I was 13 at the time, and she was suddenly a single mother of three. There were nights where we sat on the kitchen floor of the house she bought for the four of us, a sanctuary of her independence, if you will. And on that kitchen floor, my mother would ball her eyes out over all of the stress, and I let her open up about the things that she had been feeling about my dad for years, and about all the things she wanted for herself and for us.
She stopped being MOM, and became human. She had doubts, and fears, and worries; but she also had strength, courage, and the will to live the life she knew she deserved, even if the road to get there was full of briars and pitfalls. And, she chose not to struggle through it alone. She realized that my shoulders could burden much more than she thought, and that I could be the best friend she truly needed at that time.
I went from 13 to 30 overnight, and while that might seem sad to some, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. And she saw it too, and she loved me for it, because it was exactly the type of woman she had worked so hard to be, and the one she always hoped I would become.
I was her maid of honor two years later, and outside of my own wedding day, it was the happiest day of my life. She didn't just deserve it, she EARNED it.
It is her ability to be a human, flawed and beautiful, imperfect and loving, emotional and rational that inspires me every day.