Momma. I am reminded daily how completely awesome you are. I come home from work, and just walking into your house, smelling good food smells, makes me feel better. You ask me how I am, and when I say tired, you know what I mean and don’t ask me anything else, because after all, tired, is really just tired.
You feed me, and you feed my kids, which are like your kids practically this summer, since you have been spending so much time together. I’m almost kind of jealous, but extremely grateful that My Tween and The Little Woman have you. They need you when I get cranky, or irritable, or just plain whackadoo, and I am glad you can provide that little sanity check for them.
There is a history there between you and I that I am very grateful for. Remember when I was hell on wheels in high school, and made you cry so hard one time you lost a contact lense, you were that mad at me? I didn’t realize then how fierce your love for me is. I get that now, now that I think about all the things that I want to protect my girls from. Most of all I remember you letting me wear black for months on end as I went through my death poetry phase. You let me grow and explore and somehow I turned out alright. But mother, how did you not kill me in the process? How did I not make you crazy???
How is it that you are so strong? You helped me get through a divorce- the hardest thing I have ever had to deal with in my short life—and I came out stronger, and more myself because of it. You are always assuring me “everything is going to be ok” and those words are like magic when they come from someone who loves you. All I have to do is hear you say that, and it’s like the panic alarm wailing inside me is put on pause.
So, in this open letter, that I am sharing with THE INTERNET I just want to tell you that you are amazing, and incredible, and I am glad that I am indeed my mother’s child in many many ways. Thank you for loving me.
