Over the years, you’ve had to take on a lot. You went through it all with your wonderful child, all of the phases of teenage, my-life-is-ending, drama. And I must say, I’m truly impressed with your talent in tackling those battles with such grace and dexterity. One thing I do have to get off my chest however, is an apology. An apology for all of years I put you through making you feel like you have failed at all. All of the times I told you that you wouldn’t be able to help me, it was only because I was hurting. I was confused, and nothing anybody said was the right thing. But I promise, you helped me so much more than you know. I wish I could go back and tell myself all of the things that I know now, that you were always trying to tell me from the start. But that’s how you learn I guess, just like you did. You have a bigger heart than I even knew there was enough room for in a single human body. I guess what I’m trying to say through all of this is, you are extraordinary. I am forever grateful to you and all that you are. I hope you take a second this Mother’s Day weekend to reflect on the effortlessly wonderful person that you are.
I find myself thinking “Holy crap. I’m just like my mother!” at least once a day now. I used to shake my head at the simple comment of people telling us we looked alike, now I’m definitely turning into you. If someone came up to me now and told me that I reminded them of you I would say thank you. I take that as a compliment. You’re the toughest, most hard-working, kind-hearted woman I know and I would be honoured to turn into half the woman you are. This past year has been filled up a lot of ups and downs and adjustments. The biggest adjustment has been living in a different city 4 and a half hours away from you. Even though I’m technically a grown woman now (so people tell me at least) you were only a phone call away whenever someone decided to break into my car and I panicked and forget how to be an adult. You’re always a phone call away. Sometimes it’s just us talking about cats. Most times it’s both of us talking about 600 different stories at once yet still understanding each other. Those phone calls frustrate the hell out of me some days but I look forward to them more than you know.
There aren’t enough words to describe how thankful I am to have you in my corner rooting for me and telling me how proud you are of me. All I can say is that I love you to the moon and back, Momma Bear. XO