To be frank, I had no idea what I wanted to write about today.
So, of course, after I got out of class, I called my mom to update her on my day so far and to ask her if she had any ideas. She always reads my articles so she gave me a few ideas but I decided that there was one thing that needed to be written, gratitude that needed to be expressed.
I have always been told that I look a lot like my mom.
I smile and nod because it isn't the worst thing in the world to be compared to her. My mother is the strongest, wittiest, most selfless person I know. Every day, her persistence and determination inspire me to keep going. She believes in me even when I don't and loves me when I sure as hell do not deserve it. I do not give her nearly enough praise for all she does.
Thank you for being my biggest supporter. You encouraged me to work hard for my goals and taught me to be independent enough to pursue them on my own.
Thank you for giving me tough love. You put us in our place on multiple occasions and I'm beyond grateful that you did.
Thank you for loving me, even when it was hard. I know I made a lot of mistakes in the past few years. I put you through a lot and it breaks my heart to know that. Regardless, your love was unwavering and you believed in me just the same.
Thank you for being our personal chauffeurs for so long. Whether it was toting me to swimming or cheer, Cooper to soccer, or both of us across continents, you were always patient (even when we sang Nelly songs on crowded ten-hour flights).
Thank you for showing me what strong looks like. When your mother died, you were gutted, as were the rest of us.
However, you persisted and never failed to exemplify grace and passion every day. I know Boo would be proud.
Thank you for giving me all the best parts of you. I have your strength, your drive, and your kindness. I could not be more grateful for you and I hope you know that.
I love you.