Dear Mom -
First of all, I want to say thank you. I don't know if I say it enough or let you know how grateful I am. Thank you. Thank you for teaching me things most kids never learn. Thank you for letting me teach you. Thank you for swatting me when I was mean or disrespectful and thanks for the hugs when I excelled or was sad. Thanks for telling me about true love. Thank you for showing me how to love. Thank you for letting me know that no matter how painful being myself can be, that you'll always love me for me. Thanks for rocking me to sleep. Thanks for kissing my boo boos, re-planting your tulips when I picked them (over and over and over again). Thanks for understanding that I was a different breed of child and knowing when to just let things slide. Thanks for teaching me how to sew. Thanks for telling me that I'm not the only person on earth and thank you even more for treating me like I was. Thank you for sacrificing so much for me. Thank you for teaching me how to appreciate the earth and how it blooms in the spring, softens the blows and absorbs my frustrations; gardening helped me regain my sanity. Thank you for planting a travel bug in my brain: I wouldn't have gone so many places if you hadn't told me they existed. Thanks for teaching me how to cook. Thank you for teaching me that hard work pays off -- it has. Most of all, thanks for letting me spread my wings, crash and run back to you. Thanks for getting me airborne again.
You're the kind of mom most kids don't know they want -- I didn't. You always have a way of putting things into a perspective I never would have seen. You helped me forge a relationship with my father and accept people for who they are. You've given me more than just life; you have given me my life and everything in it. You taught me the meaning of respect. You chased me with a shovel, yelled at me and smacked my butt: Nice work. You showed me how to stand up for what I believe in and always set an example of compassion and generosity. You proved to me that courage isn't just about me. You allowed my personality to bloom. You raised seven kids and a husband, all while loving each of us for what we are. You were strong when most were weak and taught me how to push for what I wanted, no matter what. You showed me how to dream and nourished my creativity and imagination. You taught me how to dance. You gave me the voice to sing.
"I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
as long as I'm living,
my momma you'll be."
Thanks for being my mother. I wouldn't trade it for anything.