Every day I find something in my life that reminds me of the amazing mother I shall have for eternity. I don't deserve her. And she certainly didn't deserve the hell (yes, hell) that I put her through as when I was a child and even worse when I was a teenager. But I told you my mother is amazing. She loved me in spite of it. She somehow held on to patience. She didn't leave me, abandon me, forsake me, or anything--even though countless times I'm sure I deserved that.
One of the greatest ways I have been able to come to know my Savior is because my mother has done her best to be a type of Him, and to give Christlike love to me. And I think she succeeds pretty well at that.