To my mom:

You brought me into this world,

Welcoming me with tears of joy.

You fed me when I was hungry,

Held me when I cried,

And rocked me to sleep each night.

You were my world.

I became yours.

To my mom:

You held my hands as I took my first steps,

Following me with a smile.

You picked me up whenever I fell,

Hugged me when I cried,

And guided me along a path to safety.

You were my protection.

I was yours.

To my mom:

You were there the day I rode my bike without training wheels,

Watching with a nervous face.

You bandaged my knees when I scraped them,

Held me when I cried,

And gave me the courage to try again.

You were my motivation.

I was yours.

To my mom:

You stood with me at the kindergarten bus stop,

Both of us full of excitement.

You gave me a hug before I climbed the steps,

Holding me close as a tear ran down your cheek,

And waved to me through the window as the bus drove away.

You were going to be waiting for me when I got home.

I was yours.

To my mom:

You drove me wherever I needed to go,

Even if it was inconvenient, you were patient.

You made sure I wore my seat belt,

Held me across my chest if you had to slam on the brakes,

And made sure I had a ride home.

You said you loved me as I climbed out the door.

I was yours.

To my mom:

You sat by my bedside when I was sick,

Staying calm even though you were full of fear.

You fed me even though I didn't want to eat,

Hugged me as we both cried,

And talked me through my insanity.

You supported me.

I was yours.

To my mom:

You stood by me in my battle for health,

Full of determination.

You made sure I did what needed to be done,

Held me as I cried when things got hard,

And encouraged me to keep fighting.

You never gave up on me.

I was yours.

To my mom:

You were there the day I received my high school diploma,

Watching proudly from the bleachers.

You made sure I was successful in classes,

Listened to my cry when people were me,

And reassured me of my strength.

You were the reason I survived high school.

I was yours.

To my mom:

You helped me move into my dorm room,

Both of us filled with nervous excitement.

You made my bed with "tight corners,"

Hugged me as we both cried,

And told me to call if I needed anything.

You weren't going to be here every day anymore.

But I was still yours.

To my mom:

You are always here when I need to talk to you,

Your ears always open to listening.

You give me advice to work through things,

Hold me when I need a shoulder to cry on,

And make sure I never lose motivation.

You tell me you love me.

I am yours. And I love you.

Happy Mother's Day