Hey Mom,

Thank you for being you. Thank you for being the wonderful, marvelous, amazing person that I get the privilege of calling my mom. Thank you for everything you have taught me and done for me in my 20 years of life. I know you probably don’t like hearing that your baby is 20, but it’s okay because I’ll still be your little, naïve girl who is constantly asking the same questions over and over again. I’ll always come to you for the best advice because you will always be my number one confidant.

Thank you for being my best friend, even during those overdramatic teenage years where I never wanted to agree with a single word you said. Looking back, I’m sorry to have ever doubted you because you were somehow always right. Maybe one day when I become a mom I will finally understand the magical powers that come with being one. Let’s face it, because you always know the right answer to every question, and can always instantaneously seem to find whatever I lose.

Thank you for always being there for me since day one, especially when I didn’t say thank you enough. I always know I can confide in you and trust you to keep all my deepest, darkest secrets, even from Dad sometimes (sorry Dad). Whatever drama that may be going on or gossip that I’m dying to tell, I can trust you to be there with an open, eager ear and be fully willing to talk about it with me for hours at a time.

Thank you for your honesty, even when I didn’t want to hear it. You won’t hesitate to tell me how it is. Whether it’s with me needing to put on a little makeup before going out or if I’m looking a little rough one day and should go back and try again, you never fail to tell me the truth. Sure you try to be nice about it sometimes. You’ll say, “Oh, you look tired,” or “Do you need a little concealer?” because you’re my loving and caring mom, and I appreciate that.

Thank you for sharing the same love that I have with generic vanilla birthday cake that no one else seems to understand. I can always look forward to sharing a piece of cold cake with you and not feeling guilty about eating it for breakfast. Also, thank you for sharing my love of chips and queso, too.

Thank you for being my number one fan. For all the thousands of miles you spent driving me to practices and games, all the snack bags you made and dirty uniforms you would wash. I knew I could always look over at the stands and at every game you would be there cheering me on.

Thank you for dealing with all the jerks boys and difficult situations that you had to when you were my age so you could give me the best advice so I could avoid them, or support me if I had to face them. You always know exactly what to say or do to help me through any problem or setback I may have in life, and I can’t thank you enough for that.

So, thank you, mom, for being you.

Love,

Your Daughter