Dear Mom,
Well, there are a lot of letters like this out there, so I'm going to try and make this one a little different.
Zero.
You had the thought of having a child with dad and figured you'd give it a go. Congrats, you were successful on your first try, y'all rock! You decided to be surprised with the sex of the baby. You have a pretty easy going pregnancy and then one month before your due date, your water breaks. You rush (and by rush I mean stop by at all of your friends house's to tell them that you're going into labor) to the hospital only to find out that I am trying to come into the world booty first. Since that's not how things work, you have an emergency C-Section. They yank me outta there and hold me above the curtain. Before you can realize what a beautiful little creature I am, I pee on on you. (My bad.)
Three.
You decided that you're perfect little angel isn't enough for you so you decided to have another child.I asked for one thing, a sister. And what do you give me? A brother. I cried and pouted for a good week. (Again, my bad.)
Six.
I start First Grade. I didn't know how to do anything that I was supposed to know, but you made sure to help me through all of those difficulties. Even through all of the pain of making me sit down to do homework, you were always by my side.
Eight.
In Third Grade, I didn't have a lot of friends, or really any at all. But you never made me feel like that. You were always there to make me feel loved and I still think about that to this day. You were my best friend.
Twelve.
Middle School sucks. I went through weird changes and didn't know how to handle them, and even through the mood swings and pre-teen sass, you still loved me.
Fourteen.
Life starts to get hard. I am slowly becoming more distant from you and for the first time, not feeling like friends.
Sixteen.
Ahh, now the real teenage sass starts. I have a boyfriend and he is my entire world, so I put you on the back burner. I stop telling you things and try to keep you as far away from my business as possible. I am quick to anger with you and slow to forgive.
Eighteen.
Our relationship is at an all time low. We fight every single morning before I go to school. I was constantly wondering of how we go to this point. You went from being my best friend to the person I dreading seeing the most. For the first time in my life, I was lying to you. I don't realize that this is the last year of my life before moving away and how much things would change.
Nineteen.
I am away at college and I hate it. All I want to do is be back home with you and go back to the way things were. I would rather fight every single day than have to live four hours away from my best friend. We mend our relationship in spite of being 200 miles away and I finally feel like I have my best friend back.
Twenty.
It's my second year of college, and even at twenty years old, I call you every single day. You are my go to person for everything. My professor was being rude? Call mom. I did bad on a test? Call mom. My cat did something cute? Call mom. You are my number one homie. Even though people mock me for calling you so often, I wouldn't have it any other way.
What I want to say mom, is thank you. Thank you for not getting angry when I peed on you. Thank you for giving my a little brother because he has been the greatest blessing in my life. Thank you for teaching me how to read, because that's a pretty important life skill. Thank you for being my friend when no one else was. Thank you for putting up with my mood swings.Thank you for always forgiving me. Thank you for not giving up on me as so many others have. But most importantly, thank you for being my best friend.
