A Letter to My Mom

October 14, 2011

There is so much I want to say but honestly I do not know where to begin. You have gone through so much in the last few years.

You did an excellent job with raising me. You taught me how to be a little lady and you certainly did not wish for me to act like a spoiled little brat! I learned manners, how to sit and when to keep my skirt down.

The spankings you gave did not seem to harm me in anyway. It certainly did not make me cold or bitter. It made me respect your point and now I realize what a hard head I was.

As I type this, I know that you are going through so much pain. Sometimes I just go upstairs and cry but I know you are a fighter. I know that God has a plan for you and I pray that he does not take you anytime soon.

I truly believe that you have given me a gift, a beautiful gift. You have given me the gift of being creative, strength and belief in myself. You see, Mom, although we may not have always met eye to eye on certain things, you have supported me regardless if I was wrong. You gave me wings to fly when I was young and pushed me out of the nest. The love you gave when I hit the ground was the most unconditional love any mother could give. You would put me back into the nest to gather my feathers and let me fly again until I was able to fly on my own.

There have been times recently when I have been snippy because I can only hope that you will be around for a long, long time. You are my heart, my soul, my everything. I now am like a mother looking after her child with you, but I knew from the time I was small that I would someday take care of you. I could not imagine living life without you, and when that day comes I have to understand that you will not be far away but will always remember that my heart is your heart. I will always remember you carried me. There are so many more stories that I could write but you know that they are wonderful memories forever etched in my heart and locked in a precious box in my mind and I thank you from the bottom of my heart to the tips of my toes.

I love you, Mom.

Your loving daughter.

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