Revisiting something I penned a year and half ago…
May 10, 2010
Dear Mom,
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Hardly enough thanks for everything you do, don’t do, did, sacrificed, and worked hard for throughout my life. You’re an amazing woman, and all the good I’ve learned, everything I know about being a woman, being a girlfriend, being a sister, daughter, and friend, I have you to thank for.
Thank you mom for having realized early that I hate being told what to do. Instead, you gave me the tools I needed to learn, and fall, and learn again, on my own. You have always been and still are there for me. I feel like there’s nothing I can possibly say or do to make you stop loving me. And if ever I come to you with bad, awful news- you don’t get mad, you never judge me, you can’t hate me- you just open your arms, give me a kiss, and tell me you love me; and only after you do all that will you tell me what I need to hear. So, thank you for being my safe place.
Over the years, you’ve taught this selfish girl how to be a little less selfish, and a lot more selfless. And when it comes to the people you love and care about the most, to give everything you’ve got and never think twice about it.
When I’m wrong you tell me I’m wrong, but when I’m right, you’ve got my back.
I love our time together. I love that everything I know, I learned from you. You’re a constant reminder to never stop laughing, everything can be fun, and never shy away from a lil silliness when you’re with the people you love.
I hate to see you ever feel sad or worried. It’s a strange-funny feeling to watch you, my ROCK, ever feel a moment of hurt or anything short of happiness. I dislike so much that you’re a “suffer-in-silence” kind of woman, but many times I, too, suffer in silence thinking of how you worry and ache over the things you do. Sometimes, you’re a lot stronger than I wish you were. But still, I look at you with the eyes of a little child, just observing in awe. Vulnerable. Loving. Strong. Perfection.
You give my life meaning. I always say, life is defined by the relationships you build. I love our family. I love our loyalty. I love everything we believe in and stand for.
The love in one’s family can always be traced back to the mother who runs the house. Indeed, you are that woman.
One day I’ll have a family of my own, and everything I’ve learned from you, I’ll pass it on. I will never forget, and I will never let them forget: it started with you.
With every ounce of life and love,
Your daughter- aspiring to be the future you.
