Dear Mom,
When I was younger I couldn't wait to grow up. I couldn't wait to get out of the house so that you wouldn't censor my outfits or tell me what to eat. I couldn't wait to be my own person and do my own thing. But now, looking back, I miss those days at home. I miss seeing you every day and cooking dinner with you after school. I miss having you tucking me in every night and being there to have breakfast with in the morning.
I know that I'm not that far away, and we still text and call often, but I miss you most days, and I know you miss having your kids home, too. I know it couldn't have been easy to watch us leave and become our own people who aren't as dependent on you, but we did it! And you helped me every step of the way.
Thank you for teaching me manners and how to talk to adults and how to be graceful (even though I'm definitely still working on that one...). Thank you for teaching me how to make the perfect cookies and how to roll a pie crust. Thank you for teaching me the importance of modesty and self-respect. Thank you for showing me what a good marriage looks like through your relationship with Dad. Thank you for raising me in a way that didn't spoil me or make me selfish, but that taught me self-love and how to be grateful for all the wonderful blessings in my life.
Now that I'm away in college, thank you for still being there. For taking my phone calls any time of the day (or very early morning), and for patiently replying to my frantic texts when they come. Thank you for listening to me cry and laugh and share my frustrations, no matter what they are about.
I still think it's scary to be out in the world on my own, but I know that I'm ready, because you've prepared me to blossom in the world. Sure, I could stay at home forever with you, but that's not where I'm supposed to be. Thank you for pushing me to find my passions and pursue them. For teaching me right and wrong and how to be a good Christian and a good citizen in our country.
I wouldn't be who I am today if it wasn't for you, Mom (besides the fact that I wouldn't exist). There are never enough thank you's in the world for our moms, but here's one to scratch the surface.
I love you, Mom.
Love,
Me










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