Dear Mom,
It’s Mother’s Day again, and that means that H.allmark has decided I need to celebrate you. Of course you know how I feel about all of that, because you deserve celebrating every day! Despite all of that, I want you to know that today I am recognizing you for being the amazing woman that you are.
Thank you for understanding that today is my least favorite day of the year. To be honest, I don’t think it is your favorite day either. Perhaps it is because we both know that there should be two sets of twins running around our empty house or that we should be filled with delight that I am three months pregnant. Alas, it isn’t so. You hold my hand and roll your eyes with me at those who make those kinds of comments, and that endears you to me all the more.
So, this Mother’s Day, I want to thank you for being my partner in crime, for being my best friend, for crying and laughing with me, for understanding my twisted humor when I’m hurting, for knowing when optimism isn’t our best option, and for knowing when my glass needs to be filled back up to its normal 3/4 full state.
Thank you for the emotional support you have given us, for coming to each and every appointment, and for being a great nurse during my recovery. Thank you for the nights of cards, barbecues in the back yard, and for all the memories we create together.
Thank you for being a strong, protective, and consistent mom. Thank you for teaching me my value, to respect myself, and for always reminding me that I need to love myself before I can love anybody else. Thank you for teaching me to be proud of who I am, what I stand for, and to not be afraid of failure.
Thank you for making our home the home of choice for me and my friends growing up. Thank you for all of the nights you held not only me, but my girlfriends as they cried about the boyfriend that left, cheated, or just plain wasn’t right for them. Thank you for your bravery when you and dad chaperoned us seven teenagers to Mexico for our senior trip. Thank you for simply being you.
Thank you for the honesty that we are allowed to share. I love that we can talk about anything from the weeds and ants that need some attention in my yard to my uterus and it’s current condition. I love that we are never embarrassed in front of each other, and that no topic is off limits. I love that we can laugh and giggle together. I find it endlessly amusing that people scratch their heads when I start a conversation with, “Well, this one time, Mom and I were in Nashville, and stopped at the H.ustler store together…” What can’t everybody do that with their mom? Yeah, I know, I’m lucky.
We can finish each other’s sentences, and even though it annoys dad, it makes me smile. I love that we have our own little language, and that we kick everybody’s but when we play T.aboo. Remember the thing that happened when we went to that place, where that thing did that thing and we laughed hysterically? I bet you do. Bonus points if you can figure that one out! I love that I can shoot tequila with you, lounge by the pool, go shopping and gossip, play a game of cards, go on a just the two of us vacation, and enjoy every minute of it. We spend each and every day together during the week, and see each other nearly every weekend. How we don’t get tired of each other’s company is beyond me. While we do have our moments (who wouldn’t?), I think our relationship is more solid than any other mother and daughter’s I’ve ever seen. I don’t take it for granted. You know that already though.
I love you, and thank you for being who you are. I can only hope to be half as wonderful a mother as you are. I love you!
Your number one fan,
Becky
