Mom,

Before I was born, you were my number one. It was a little special bond, between you and your ‘tum’. I stretched, I wiggled, and I grew so much. It wasn’t long before I moved to your touch. Nine months passed, and I couldn’t wait; I’m almost here mommy, it’s almost that date! Finally, I came and I was so small. You wrapped me in blankets and held me like a doll. I knew I would love you, this part was fair. I had your eyes, your lips and dad’s hair.

We laughed, we giggled, we spent days well. We’re going to get along, this I could tell. Days passed by, and I started to crawl. Up on my feet, to do nothing but fall. Fall after fall I learned how to walk. After that step, I soon started to talk. After that day, time sped up. No more binky nor bottle, it’s time for a cup.

The days got shorter, and I got taller. I knew everything now mom, I was basically a scholar. First day of preschool, and I saw you cry. Don’t worry momma, I’m never shy. I made friends, I made memories to distract me from you. I guess you could say, they were my new and improved crew. We call each other friends, some best some not. We were there for each other until one of us fought. Before I knew it, I was in fourth grade. Similar group of friends, but some new ones made. I remember bringing you flowers, or weeds of some case. You took them with a smile and placed them in a vase. I knew you loved them, including the bugs. You didn’t care, you showered me with hugs.

As Junior High came, so did my sass. We argued, we bickered, how long would this last? Time passed on and I grew a little smarter. I put more effort and I tried a little harder. High school was long, full of great fun. It was as if Father took the time, and went on a run. High school is over and the crowds are together. My class was saying goodbye, but no, not forever. You hugged me and cried, you wished me well. Oh, how many words I forgot to tell. It wasn’t until I left, that I realized how much you meant. Each encouraging word or nights well spent.

I made a huge goal, to make something of myself. Not only for me but for yourself. You worked so hard, you pushed to provide. Your love and determination will be my guide. All I want is to clear your mind. Your bills, your chores, just make them mine. Not poor nor rich, you gave me your best, now sit down mom and take a rest.