I am not particularly fond of the term “blessed,” but “fortunate” or “thankful for” aren’t strong enough to describe how I feel about having the family that I have. It is a privilege and honor to have such an amazing big brother that I can talk to about almost anything and parents that have taught me so much and given me so many gifts. I am blessed to have two amazing parents who love me and have done everything they can to ensure that I have a good life and make good choices. My parents are kind, generous, loving, intelligent people who have tried to let me and my brother learn from our mistakes while teaching us lessons about right and wrong along the way.
My father is a good, intelligent, kind man, but I will elaborate about that more later (Probably in June when his day comes :)).
My mother is the strongest woman I know. She has more faith than anybody I have ever met. She was diagnosed with breast cancer and came out the other side more or less unscathed like the fighter that she is. She has taught me so much more than she could ever possibly realize. Her laugh is one of my favorite sounds on this earth and my aspiration is to one day be half the woman and mother she is. I honestly don’t know how she has done it all of these years. I don’t think she would have been able to without her faith and my father. When I was little, she would wake up while it was still dark outside to start getting ready to take my brother and I to school. If it was cold in the morning, she would make us peanut butter toast and hot chocolate. Once she finally got us to school for the day, she would spend her days volunteering at the schools, cleaning up after us, doing our dishes, doing our laundry, and otherwise contributing to the safe and secure life that we had.
I know I have not always made the choices that she wanted me to make. I know I haven’t always done things the way she would have done them. I also know that this doesn’t make me a disappointment to her at all. My mom loves me no matter what. Even when I decide to go on a trip she’s uncomfortable with and then randomly get a new tattoo. Even when I date a guy she doesn’t like or act in a way that she isn’t proud of. Even and maybe even especially when I’m not being the very best person I can be. When something happens, significant or insignificant, my mom is the person I want to talk to. She is strong, rational, and able and willing to help me process things out loud. She is kind, forgiving, generous, loving, compassionate, and genuinely wants to help the people she loves, no matter the emotional or physical tax on herself that comes as a result. When I was going through serious depression my freshmen year of college, I was on the phone with my mom all the time. She is loving, encouraging, and confident. She is amazing.
I can never thank you enough for all you have done for me. You and Dad have made me the strong, independent, intelligent young woman that I am today. Thank you for understanding that I never meant a harsh word I said during my teenagers years. Thank you for sticking through that tough patch when I knew everything and everything that came out of your mouth was a “lecture.” You are amazing, beautiful, kind, intelligent, resilient, capable, a fighter, a volunteer, a survivor, a wife, a woman, a daughter, a niece, an aunt, a friend, a sister, and the absolute best mom that I could ever dream to have. Thank you for reading to me, feeding me, clothing me, picking up after me, and holding me when all I really needed was a shoulder to sob on. Thank you for reminding me of how special I am when I feel depressed and can’t find anything to like about myself. Thank you for encouraging me to be my own person and to be a good, kind, helpful person. Thank you for choosing the Harry Potter books to give to me for Christmas that year. Thank you for sharing Harry Potter with me, for letting me make my own mistakes, and for always loving me no matter what. I know you are proud of me, but it is equally important for you to know that I am proud of you. I am proud to call you my mom, my rock, and my friend. I hate that we can’t be together this mothers’ day, but I am so happy that you get to be with your mother. I love you so so so much and I can never tell you enough how blessed I feel to have you in my life as my mother.