Dear Mommy,
I’d like to start this letter of by telling you to take a deep breath and get through this article without crying. While I know that the likelihood of that is about as high as your beloved Miami Dolphins making it to a Super Bowl, I thought I’d at least try. Now for the fun part.
Let me first start off by saying how much of an inspiration you are. While I grew up hearing "your mom was the best teacher ever" and "my son/daughter still talks about Mrs. Wolfskehl's amazing first grade class" it never really impacted me until recently. Now that I'm in college studying education myself and beginning my own field work, I'm realizing just how much of a powerful influence teachers can be. I've come to realize that if that many people can say that many amazing things about you, you're definitely a great person to look up –– and a teacher I can only aspire to be half as talented as.
I'd also like to mention just how lucky I am to have a best friend like you. Yes, you're my mother, and you do have to punish me every now and then (although not really cause I'm basically perfect), but our relationship is far more than a "mother-daughter" title. I treat you like one of my girlfriends, and I take your opinion a lot more seriously than I'd like to admit. The gossip, laughter and memories we share are similar to those of me and my 20 year old friends. I often get asked "why are you texting your mom" and "did you really just say that while your on the phone with you mother," and the answer is yes, I tell my mom everything (whether you like it or not). And while I do tend to get looks I think they're just jealous of how cool I make you out to be (you're welcome).
Next on the list of things I need to discuss with you is your cooking. Please, make it just slightly worse so that I don't feel as though I'm eating rotten fish every time I go back to school. I've said "this is delicious" since I could speak, and I don't think I'd change one word. Everything you make is better than the next and I'm pretty sure everyone can agree. So thank you for always making dinner and never feeding me hamburger helper (also, please teach me so I can find a husband who will love my cooking – no pressure though).
Lastly, thank you for passing on the gene of making birthday's into literally the biggest deal ever. I really don't understand how anyone could be so against a "birthday month," but I'm glad you showed me how to do it – cause why not celebrate for longer?
So, keep doing what you're doing cause you're kicking ass at this whole "mom" thing. I love you more than anything.
143,
Ali
