My mom wanted me to be a priest.
I have always known my mom as a religious person. She was the church-going type and she would drag me there when I didn't want to go. I think she came from a generation that was deeply religious. Her siblings were regular church-goers as well. I remember regular rosary sessions with them when I was growing up.
My mom wanted me to be a priest, but her religious upbringing was just part of the reason. It was not a random wish on her part; she wanted to keep up her end of the bargain when she received an answered prayer. When I was a baby, my mom told me, I almost died of amoebiasis. I was so sick, that there were moments the doctors would tell my mom that there wasn't much of a chance anymore. But each time I went 50/50, my mom would go to the chapel. There, she would pray that she'd encourage me to be a priest if I survived.
I obviously did not fulfill her wish, but I really do believe that God still works through me. My faith is intact mostly because of my mom, because she had faith that God would come through, because she believed I would overcome every struggle.