Hey woman,
I think it gets pretty official when your name changes in my phone from your proper legal name to Mummy, Mother, Mumsters, and the like. So I thought I would just let you know officially how we all feel about you. Because we do not let you know how much we appreciate you. We poke fun at your old soul, we cry to you, we argue with you, and we just really love you.
You inspire me by staying strong with your convictions. You exemplify what you believe. But you don’t try to be perfect. You are confident, but not cocky. You see your flaws and you are really trying to fix them. You spend every day trying to become a better version of yourself. That’s probably your best quality.
Thank you for telling me exactly how it is. If you are not okay with something, you are sure to let me know. And I appreciate that you are so past the polite front. You keep it real “a hunna percent”. But you are not spiteful about it. You want the best in every situation, without hurting anyone. You respect us and you let us know that even though the idea is not smart in the situation, it does not mean that we are stupid.
Thank you for dropping everything when I was upset. For running to me when I was broken and just letting me dwell on my mistakes before helping me put the pieces together. Thank you for offering the advice and the helping hand, even though you disapproved of the situation and warned me from the start. You didn’t rub it in because you knew it would make a bigger mess of my emotions. You immediately tried to help me find the right tools in which to clean up the mess.
Thank you for driving us everywhere.
Thank you for making sure we go to class.
Thank you for the shopping therapy treatment.
Thank you for the late-night gossip rags.
Don’t stop being yourself. I know you worry about managing your crazy life. You are doing a great job. Don’t stress. It’s okay if you need to cry sometimes. I’ll be there for you like you were for me. Just always remember: always have your waterproof mascara on, you never know when you will need it.
Don’t forget to put yourself first. You are important as well and sometimes you get wrapped up with making sure the kids are okay that you get dragged under the sanity line. We can muddle through our own problems. We need to learn how to do that. But that doesn’t mean we don’t appreciate a little bit of advice or a hug to get us through. You are fabulous at both.
Keep it real Mom.
I love you,
Xoxo,
Your favorite gossip girl.
