Derpy, a Mare of Many Words
Derpy Hooves (Derpy’s Perspective):
Mailpony who like muffins. Mare who can be a little forgetful and clumsy. Mom who loves Dinky.
Derpy Hooves (Dinky’s Perspective):
Loyal, honest, genuine, strict, brave, strong, funny, graceful, lonely, special, kind, generous, clumsy, determined, unique, loving, and magic. My mom is all of these words and more.
She is the sound of birdsong waking you up on a beautiful spring morning. She is a cup of hot cocoa on a cold winter’s night. She is the soothing smell of ocean spray on a summer trip to the beach. She is the changing color of leaves in autumn that let you know beauty is not stagnant. Because she is just as beautiful when she’s covered in dust and dirt after tumbling home from a hard day at work, as she is when she gets up in the morning. And she is just as beautiful when her hooves are muddy and her mane and coat are wet after she forgets a storm scheduled for that afternoon, as she is after she treats us to a day at Ponyville spa.
She is more lovely and cheery than an exaltation of larks. She is more uplifting than a breath of fresh air on a cool spring morning. And she is just as readable as an open book written in old ponish script.
Her eyes and smile shine brighter than Celestia’s sun. Her laugh sounds sweeter than any song Ponyville could ever sing. Her love is as encompassing and as warm as the hugs she gives. Her determination drives her to stand taller and prouder than the most regal building in Canterlot. And her experiences have more to offer than the whole of Twilight’s personal library.
She is unique. There is nopony else who can listen to me as well as she does. There is nopony else who knows how to make me feel like love stretches beyond what I can touch, see, and understand. Nopony else has a smile that can comfort me the way hers does.
She is strict and lenient. She reads me a bedtime story every-night, but is always willing to read just one more. She tells me to put my toys away for dinner, but always lets me play for 5 more minutes. She sends me to my room for bed, but is always right there beside me to help me sleep when the monster’s in my closet and under my bed threaten to keep me up at night.
She is clumsy and graceful. She might not be the best flyer in Equestria, or even in Ponyville, but she is the only pony I know that can fly upside down and backwards at the same time. She might crash and fall a lot, but she never lets it stop her from delivering her mail, and always does her job with a smile on her face. She might be easily distracted and hard to keep an eye on, but that’s only because she wants to see and hear everything around her to better take in the beauty of the day.
She is funny and genuine. Although she is accident prone she always brushes it off and lets out a cheery laugh to let everypony know she is okay. Although she doesn’t have the quickest of wits her curiosity makes her scrunch up her nose and make silly faces as she tries to figure something out. And even though she gets laughed at and made fun of sometimes, she never stops being herself.
She is loving. When I hurt myself while playing or doing my chores she’s always there to kiss it better. When I need help reaching something on the top shelves she picks me up so I can reach it. Whenever I wake up at night because of a scary nightmare she always lets me snuggle beside her in her bed so she can comfort me.
She is generous. On my birthday she always works with Pinkie Pie to throw me a better and bigger party every year. On Hearth’s Warming Eve she always gets me the perfect gift. And on Hearts and Hooves Day she always treats me to something nice and tells me I’m the only special somepony she needs.
She is magic and she is brave. Even though she gets sad and lonely sometimes having to take care of me all by herself she never hides it from me when I’m around. Even though she might cry a little every now and again, she always feels better when I cuddle her neck with mine and bury myself in her mane. Even though she might not feel like being happy and funny all the time, she never lets it get to her, and that makes her somepony special.
She will always be the reason that I have nothing to fear. She will always be my inspiration. She will always be my mom.
She may forget what she does and she may forget why she’s doing something, but I’ll always notice and remember the ways she lets me know she loves me. And even after the last 865 words only one seems fit to describe her. She’s perfect.
It's just like you said Ms. Cherilee when we stop to think about somepony we realize that there is more to them than we would otherwise notice. Even though I know my mom loves me, I had never stopped to think about how she loves me, and how much I love her back. And even if some ponies might not see what I see in her that's their loss and there's no reason to get hung up on it and start feeling sorry for anypony, because all I have to do is let her know how I feel and it can be us living out our story before the world and nothing will be able to hold us down.
(Note: I'm sorry Ms. Cherilee, but I had to borrow from my mom’s 500 words to try to better do her justice with my description.)
Author's Note
I tried to write something cute to help cheer myself up after a rough day.
I hope you liked it, and as always, thanks for reading.
