Let me start off by acknowledging that my Mom and I have always had a rocky relationship. My parents were young when I was born (21…I can’t even imagine…) and I’ve always been a bit of a drama queen (read: I actually threw a full on temper tantrum at age 14 when I wasn’t allowed to go to the movies with my boyfriend). My Mom and I had the most ridiculous arguments, and I have diary entries chronicling my preteen and teenage angst (They sound sort of like this “OMG doing the dishes is SO annoying, it is UBER unfair, my mom is SUCH a PSYCHO”). Despite all of the yelling, the tears, the (eek) hair pulling, and months without speaking, I wouldn’t trade my Mom (or even my relationship with my Mom) for anything in the world.
There’s something to be said about relationships worth fighting for. There’s something to be said about revealing the darkest most monstrous parts of your soul, about seeing the sadness and brokenness within someone and still wanting more than anything to love, and be loved by that person. I’ve never been the perfect daughter. I told a lot of silly lies, like that time in high school I told my Mom I was spending the night at Nicole’s and then stayed in a hammock with my boyfriend in the woods or the times I snuck out to skinny dip in the freezing cold leech filled lake with my friends, or all of the countless times I stayed up into the wee hours of the morning talking on the phone when I should have been sleeping. I was full of sass, and delusions of royalty (a lot like now, except there was someone trying to tell me what to do). Yet, my Mom was always my biggest fan, cheering for me as I cheered for basketball, showing up to my gymnastics meets even though I really, really sucked, and supporting each and every college major I’ve decided was my calling.
Maybe it’s cliche, but I want to take this special day to thank my Mom for everything she has done to support me. Thank you for always letting me let my freak flag fly. Thank you for offering to beat up the kids in class who were mean to me. Thank you for letting me sleep in your bed with you when my first (and second and probably third) boyfriend broke my heart and stroking my hair as I fell asleep. Thank you for loving me when I dyed my hair bright red with blonde streaks and wore safety pins in my pants. Thank you for dancing around and slapping my a$$ whenever “Low” comes on. Thanks for always letting me talk you into getting a kitten, a puppy, a chicken, rabbit, hamster, fish, etc. Thank you for crying at every birthday because you didn’t want me to grow up. Thank you for giving me your freckles, your green eyes, and your crazy over the top emotions (to be honest, sometimes they sort of suck, but mostly they’re pretty cool). Thank you for giving me an annoying little brother, he’s a total nerd, but I sort of love him. Thank you for always listening to me rant about mean girls and stupid boys and then not judging me for running back to any of them. Thank you for leaving church early with me to help me pick out a slutty halloween costume from a sex store. Thank you for not letting me quit cheer even when I wanted to. Thank you for never letting me settle for “average” and instilling the fear of your wrath in me so I was terrified to receive less than stellar grades. Thank you for not allowing me to cake make up all over my face, and teaching me to value natural beauty. Thank you for letting me talk to you while you were peeing, or in the shower (now all my friends think I’m a freak with separation anxiety because I always want company while I shower). Thank you for always wearing cute clothes, and letting me borrow them. Thank you for teaching me to always say “Thank you” and not to be an entitled little brat. Thank you for making cream of wheat the “plate way” and for accepting Boo as your “Granddogger” when I brought her home freshman year. Thank you for singing “You are my sunshine” to me, for wanting to name me “Rainbow Sunshine” and for letting me skip school those times when I had a really huge zit.Thank you for the “Girls Next Door” and “Friends” marathons, for watching “Anne of Green Gables” on sick days, and for acting like you didn’t know I was really meeting up with my boyfriend when I was grounded and told you I was going to the library. Thank you for constantly striving to improve yourself and inspiring me to do the same.
In the words of F.Scott Fitzgerald “You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known- and even that is an understatement”. I love you so much Mom and I am proud to call you my parent and my friend.
P.S. I hope everyone had a lovely Mother’s Day! I was so grateful I was able to spend time with my Mom and brother!