Mom,
There are no words good enough to describe how much I love you or how thankful I am for you. You’ve always been there for me and have always been on my side no matter what.
You are my best friend, but not in the cheesy way where we do everything together. We do what we can with our crazy, hectic schedules. I love hanging out with you; I never get sick of you.
But, you also know that I need my space sometimes.
You deal with my craziness. All of my rants, my meltdowns, my intense moments. You keep me grounded when I start to float away. You guide me when I’m lost at sea.
You give me strength when I have none.
You are my role model. Really. You are so strong. You’ve been through hell and back and have come out the other side stronger and wiser.
You somehow managed to take care of a family, have a job and go to school at the same time for nearly a decade. You should be proud of yourself, and please know that I’m extremely proud of you.
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You have your moments sometimes. Like when we were at Publix and you told me that you “lost your will to live.” Or when we went to Disney World for my eighth birthday and you yelled at me for crying about Space Mountain being closed.
But we all have our moments. We all need a minute.
You have supported me in whatever I wanted to do. Whether it was the clarinet, violin, piano, guitar, soccer, cheerleading, student government or theatre, you were always at my side.
You were always there as a shoulder to cry on when things went wrong.
Mom, you are a glorious queen.
You are the best mom anybody could ever have. I know you don’t feel like that a lot, but you are.
Thank you for raising me to be a strong, independent woman. Thank you for raising me right.
I love you more.