I'm sitting here trying to figure out how I'm ever going to write something that is even close to explaining how amazing this woman is. I could say thank you or I love you, but that will never compare to how I truly feel about having you as my mother. So I guess I'll just have to try.
Growing up, my mom and I had always been close. Sure, we had our arguments, and we still do, however the last few years of my life have been incredibly important to creating my relationship with my mother. When I look back at the last few years of my life, I don't think I could have survived without her. She became more than just my mother. She became my rock, my best friend, perhaps even my savior.
When I'm thriving, she is celebrating me. When I am crying, she is holding me. Most importantly, when I don't believe in myself, she believes in me.
There is no one else in this world that I would rather aggressively sing "Blank Space" in the car with. There is no one else in this world that I would rather have mental breakdowns with. There is no one else in this world that I would rather have ridiculous outbursts of laughter with because we are both tired and have lost all of our sanity.
As I get older, I have realized that I see a lot of you in myself. Sure, I may genetically have your smile, but I also posses your sassiness, sense of style, and ambition, which ironically enough are the three things that people mostly pick up on about me. Therefore, thank you for creating the most important parts of me.
I don't think all the money or gestures in the world could repay you for what you have done for me. I hope you know that everyday I think about how lucky I am to call you my mom.
Growing up, my mom and I had always been close. Sure, we had our arguments, and we still do, however the last few years of my life have been incredibly important to creating my relationship with my mother. When I look back at the last few years of my life, I don't think I could have survived without her. She became more than just my mother. She became my rock, my best friend, perhaps even my savior.
When I'm thriving, she is celebrating me. When I am crying, she is holding me. Most importantly, when I don't believe in myself, she believes in me.
There is no one else in this world that I would rather aggressively sing "Blank Space" in the car with. There is no one else in this world that I would rather have mental breakdowns with. There is no one else in this world that I would rather have ridiculous outbursts of laughter with because we are both tired and have lost all of our sanity.
As I get older, I have realized that I see a lot of you in myself. Sure, I may genetically have your smile, but I also posses your sassiness, sense of style, and ambition, which ironically enough are the three things that people mostly pick up on about me. Therefore, thank you for creating the most important parts of me.
I don't think all the money or gestures in the world could repay you for what you have done for me. I hope you know that everyday I think about how lucky I am to call you my mom.