We usually think of our mothers in the context of how wonderful they are to us. They made us who we are. We could have never been ourselves without them. They are the most loving creatures on earth. You get my point.

Today, on Mother’s Day, I want to step away from celebrating the wonderful Rula Dallal in her scope as my mother, and instead celebrate my unbelievable luck of having this amazing woman in my life.

My mother is an artist. When we were children, she taught art at schools and sold thousands of dollars’ worth of her beautiful paintings. Her appreciation of painting and art as well as her superb skills positively affected the lives of hundreds of people, thanks to her colorful murals on the walls of homes and schools.

My mother is a philosopher. When I think of her, I always imagine my her buried in a bunch of hardcover philosophy books, with a notebook and a highlighter, wearing her reading glasses. When I was a kid, I used to love listening to her debates on existence, on being, on knowledge, on everything.

My mother is a humanitarian. With her counseling, she has helped hundreds of people lead better lives. She is so patient, so kind, and so wise. She listen, she supports, and she gives back advice, whether she knows these people or not, with no judgement.

My mother is an entrepreneur. She started her own business a few years ago, and she is always running around making business deals, from meeting to meeting to meeting to meeting. It takes so much courage and perseverance every day, to do so.

My mother is the most fun person I know. When I was a kid, I always used to think that her ability to enjoy the moment so completely and unabashedly came with age. Then I became an adult and realized that it isn’t about age… it’s about my mother. She can do what most people can’t.

She is wise. She is fun. She is loving. She is brilliant. She is kind. She is strong. She is supportive. She is creative. She is loved.

That’s my mother, my amazing mother, who is so unbelievably wonderful in every sense of the word. An me? I’m just so lucky to have her.

Happy Mother’s Day, mama. I love you.