Dear mom,
Three things really quick; I love you, I’m sorry, and thank you.
Thank you for teaching me that anything is possible if you want it bad enough. Thank you for raising me to be strong and independent, but still gentle and caring. Thank you for teaching me to cook and clean, to appreciate the little things, and that life won’t always be sunshine and rainbows. Over the years you’ve taught me millions of things, but the greatest thing you’ve taught me is how to be a damn good mom.
I’m sorry for anything that happened from ages 12 to 18. Looking back, I was dumb. I thought I knew it all (oh, how very wrong I was). I put you through hell and back and I can’t even imagine what that felt like for you. I didn’t appreciate the things you did for me. Eventually, I stopped being evil and now you are my very best friend. I’m sorry I couldn’t have realized these things sooner. I’m sorry some things happened the way that they did.
At the end of the day, I am so grateful I have someone like you to call “mom.” Knowing I can count on you for virtually anything helps me sleep a little better at night. I love you for pushing me a little harder and challenging me a little more. I quite literally wouldn’t be where I am today if it weren’t for you. I will never be able to repay you for all that you have done for me, so instead I will just end with – I love you.