To my Rock,

I do not know where I would be without my rock. My rock has been the one person who has never left my side. People have came into our lives or left our lives. Since day one of my existence, my rock and I have been a team. My rock is the one person in this world that I know will never betray me. I can always trust my rock.

My rock is always able to guide me through life. When I come to stop and do not know where to go, I can always look at my rock. My rock gives me guidance. Whether I take it or not is up to me, but I have learned through the years that my rock is always right.

My rock is calm. My rock is wise. My rock is strong. My rock is always sitting there next to me for when I need a rest. I can just sit and rely on my rock to bring calmness to me when the world gets too hard.

For a long time, I did not appreciate my rock. I'd fight back against my rock and turn my back against my rock. The thing about rocks is that too much abrasion on them can cause them to break down and crumble.

I learned that I have to be kind and respectful to my rock or else there will not be a rock left.

My rock is strong. One of the strongest kinds of rocks. Things and people have hurt my rock, but somehow my rock finds a way to forgive and be kind to them. I aspire to be like my rock.

My rock is selfless. My rock puts so many things in life before it's wants and needs. My rock always makes sure I am taken care of before itself.

My rock is generous. My rock always shares and helps others out of the goodness in its heart. My rock is tender when it comes to bad situations. My rock always finds it in her heart to volunteer for those who need it.

My rock rocks. I love my rock. I need my rock.

My mom is my rock.

I love you mom.