Dear Mom,

I know I never thank you enough, and for that, I am really sorry. With what you have done for me, I honestly should probably be thanking you 24/7.

You were always there when I needed you, whether to kiss my scraped knee or to listen to me whine about my problems. You had to deal with a lot and you always did what your kids needed you to do: whether you wanted to or not.

I know that it wasn’t easy being a stay-at-home mom. I know it wasn’t easy trying to raise three kids. And we weren’t always the nicest or the most well-behaved either. We certainly made your job much harder than it should have been.

So, thank you for dealing with all of our issues and behavioral problems. Thank you for dealing with us when we didn’t follow your directions or go to bed on time or when we wrestled and you told us not to because we’d get hurt and then we did and you helped patch us up without a “told-you-so.”

Thank you for picking me up and helping fit me back together when I fell apart. Thank you for making all my favorite foods when I asked. Thank you for reading with me and driving me to soccer practice, to piano lessons, to Girl Scout meetings, to birthday parties and on and on.

Basically, what I am saying is you are the absolute best; I don’t thank you or appreciate you enough, and you’re pretty awesome.

Love you, Mom. And thank you,