Dear Evil Mother,
It’s around that time of year again when people are apt to share some sentimental photo of their mom with cheesy captions on Facebook or Instagram. I could have done the same thing except for 2 things:
1. You refuse to have me put up a photo of us on facebook because you don’t know how to smile*
2. I want this immortalized in my blog, instead of lost in my 2014 timeline.
How do you thank someone who kept you snug and cozy in their womb while you leeched of their nutrients, who delivered you in pain and blood and sweat and tears, who taught you your first words, who helped you with your first step, who answered more than a million questions only to be followed by a torrent more?
How do you thank someone who stayed by your side regardless of the foolish decisions you made, who listened to all your problems and then some? How do you show gratitude to probably one of the 2 people who really loved you when you were an angry teenager and hated everyone and everything including yourself, who didn’t get tired of reminding you over and over and over again about all you needed to learn about life and who wouldn’t stop pushing you to be the best you could be, who believed in you and your capabilities even when you no longer believe in yourself?
There aren’t enough thank yous uttered in the entire world to show gratitude for everything you’ve done and continue to do for me. I may not say it on a daily basis but my mind wonders to you more often than you can imagine on a daily basis and I think to myself how lucky I am to be born your daughter. If I had a different mom, I would punch her in the face and go find you.
When I look at you, I wonder to myself if I can ever be half the person you are today. You are so headstrong and brave and confident. You are smart and funny and you also have a lot of common sense (something rare nowadays, which is something i obviously lack). You are scary most times but at the same time very kind and caring as evidenced by the way you treat other people. You are compassionate, patient and understanding (with poppa). It was always you and me when I was growing up, and it’s still you and me, and that will never change.
You have taught me everything and made me who I am today. You are the strongest person I know and I will always look up to you. I love you forever momma. 😀 Happy Evil Mother Day. HIgh 5 for giving birth to a legend.
* of course im putting a picture
P.S. I miss you already. 😦
P.P.S. My eye is red and itchy.
P.P.P.S. Too late, I scratched it.