A Letter to My Mom

I love you. That doesn’t say it all. I really can’t. I have all these great words and in the end they are pretty useless and pointless when it comes to telling you how much you mean to me.

You have been my guiding light, my pushing force. You’ve been my biggest challenger and supporter.

And no, we haven’t always been like this. We’ve been rough. We’ve been street fighting, name calling, knock down drag out. We’ve wept uncontrollably at Annie and laughed hysterically at the Lost Boys. And I’ve had to explain some things in the movie se7en that then made you ask me how I knew these things.

Our relationship has been through good bad ugly and every thing in between. You’ve taught me adversity builds character and pay your bills. You taught me to coupon and not to give discounts on my heart or hard work. You watched me soar and crash and burn and rise again. You’ve helped when you could and let me help myself when I needed to.

And I know you don’t think you were that great. I know you think of all the things you could have done better. But I’m here to tell you, you did everything right. You did the best you could with what you had. You did what we all do as moms, you loved your baby. And you still do. I think you did a great job, ma.

I wish I could be there. I wish I could hug you. It will have to wait until November. Until then, know that I love you doesn’t cover it. But there aren’t words to describe the feeling of having part of your heart live 1100 miles away but still beating in sync.

Love ya, ma.

Happy mother’s day