Dear Mom, (also known at some point in time as Mama, Mommy, or Kim)
Happy Mother’s Day to the woman who gave me life and has continued to be the glue who holds me together even 25 years later. I know the Doctor cut the umbilical cord, but the way I rely on you (especially in times of crisis) you would never know.
From the earliest memory I have I remember wanting to grow up and be a Mom just like you. You gave and continue to give in ways I am unsure I am capable of.
From what I am told I brought you much joy and happiness and from what I remember later on I gave you hell, but you still loved me. I remember at some point in time you told me “One day your children will do this to you”- I don’t remember what I did, but I’m more than sure they are currently giving me the “hell” you once warned me about and yet today you laugh and support and understand.
Your patience, willingness to teach, and gift of the silent treatment are all things I long to have. Especially that gift of “the silent treatment” man alive I will never know how you could ignore us like you did and it worked- it was worse than being yelled at, and yet I can’t seem to master it.
Your ability to make scrambled eggs is something I cannot for the life of me master, so therefore I have found a new love for a different kind of eggs. You always think outside the box and even had a secret to perfecting Kraft Mac & Cheese.
I know having a family takes away from me being around so much, but I still need you today as much as I needed you 25 years ago.
Thank you for always answering my (many) phone calls, for telling me I’m being “ridiculous” when I need to hear it, for your unconditional love, and for always knowing the right time/place/way to say things.
Happy Mother’s Day to the best Mom I could ever ask for!
Your one and only daughter,
|Me, My Brother Eric, and My Mom on my wedding day|
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