Dear Mom,
About nineteen years ago, you got some big news! You were told that you were going to have a baby. Maybe this came as a surprise to you, I don't know. But you had never had a baby before and I doubt anything could have prepared you for what would come next. For the next nine months, you would have a little monster growing inside of you and leaching off you, while patiently awaiting it's time to arrive. You had to plan and prepare without any certainty of what would come next.
What came next is me! Your baby girl. The big chunky baby would soon become your world and you would be constantly watching over her and protecting her until the moment came to let her go. Since that moment has come, I want to thank you for everything you have done for me, all the sacrifices you have made and all the times you have put me first without a second thought.
While you may not have been prepared for me to come into your world, I knew you absolutely were not prepared for me to leave. Although we prepared for months for me to move out and start my new "big kid" life in college, in reality, neither of us were actually prepared.
Let's face it, you were there every morning when I woke up and every night when I fell asleep for as long as I can remember and now that I'm doing it on my own, well, it just doesn't feel the same. I can't just say that I miss you, because "miss" is too big of an understatement. Think about two halves, you're one and I'm the other. It's like my second half is missing and I can't quite find it between the textbooks and crappy cafeteria food.
You were not prepared for me to go to college, but between the two of us it may have been even harder for me to prepare. I know every teenage girl says their mom is their best friend, but you are most definitely mine -- in the "I-could-never-make-it-without-you-and-you-are-my-rock" kind of way. You are my confidant and my backbone. You are my blinders that keep me going straight when I'm heading off my path. I know I can tell you anything without fear of judgment or backlash. While we don't always get along, it's still true. What do you expect, I'm a moody teenage girl? If we always got along then I'd be even more concerned.
Thank you for shaping me into a better person and teaching me the difference between right and wrong. I have had to make some hard decisions these past couple years and with your guidance, I know I have made the right ones. Thank you for always being in my corner and supporting me 100% of the way. You have always been my number one fan and I honestly don't think I could make it through life without you.
When I had bad times, I could always come to you for a shoulder to cry on and now that those times have passed, I know that I can do anything with a little bit of help from you. You've always been strong enough for the both of us when I can't support myself and I hope you know that if the time came, I would do the same for you.
I thank God every day for blessing me with such a beautiful, strong, loving woman to guide me through life and for all the time He has granted us together. I pray that these times continue for as long as possible. I love you with all my heart and can't thank you enough for all that you do.
Love you. Mean it.
Love,
Your daughter
