To the woman with all the answers,
You took care of me while I was in your belly. You loved me before you saw me right from the start. You were my first kiss and my first hug. You cried when you first saw me. You promised that you would always take care of me to the best of your ability. You have wiped tears and butts. You've kept your cool, even when there were five children under the age of 10 running rampant throughout your house. You've cooked countless meals that the picky eaters of the house can eat. You've been patient with my impatience. You've listened to my horrid belting in the shower. You've given up so much so that your children could have nice things. You've sat through countless parent-teacher conferences. You have made cupcakes for lots of classroom birthday parties. You held me as I cried through my first breakup, and my second breakup—really, all of my breakups. You told me that it just wasn't meant to be and that I would find the right guy someday, and you were right, as you always are. You're (mostly) patient with me when I zone out for 10 minutes while we're watching TV and rewind it to where I stopped paying attention. You took me shopping to find things to put in my dorm room and didn't stop until you were sure I got everything I needed to live through my first year of college. You've always been kind and friendly to my boyfriends, even when you didn't like them. You've dealt with my crappy teenage attitude without killing me. You have successfully raised four children. You have advice to give on anything and everything. You know all and you know best.
Thank you for everything you've done for me throughout the years. Thanks for constantly chauffeuring me wherever I needed to go. I can't imagine it was very fun sitting through my band practices while we played the same music over and over again. Thank you for giving your own things so that we kids could have nice things to wear and play with. Thank you for making me play outside in the dirt with my siblings. Thank you for listening to me cry when said siblings left me out of something.
Thank you, Mom, for always being my cheerleader and always loving me. We have our moments when we can't stand each other, but the good moments far outweigh the bad. I know I can always come to you with anything, and I know you will always be rooting for me. I know that everything you do is out of love, even when you're upset with me. As you like to say, no matter how much you don't like me sometimes, you'll always love me. Thank you for being the best mom that you can be and for everything you have done and continue to do in my life. I love you, Mama.
