Letter for My Mother

Monday, May 25, 2015


Letter for my Mother

Dear Mom,

There’s a book by Mitch Albom called For One More Day. It’s about a man who doesn’t have the best relationship with his mother, but after she passes away, he is miraculously given one more day to be with her, and rewrite their troubled history.

Sometimes, I wish I could rewrite our history too. 

There are too many things I wish we had said and done differently, all things that I feel have hurt and hindered our relationship. It’s all too easy to carry around the resentment, regret, and negativity. It’s all too easy to forget, despite our differences and petty disagreements, what I have to be grateful for.

Because the truth is, I have the greatest mother in the world.

You have sacrificed so much for me. Bringing me into this world has given you pain, suffering, chaos, and stress. Plus, gray hairs, and worry lines, and stains on your favorite clothes. I have fought you more often than I have agreed with you, and probably told you I hate you more than I have said I love you. I’ve taken your food and money and clothes and makeup. I have taken your words and used them against you. I have taken your advice, and ignored it completely. I have taken more than I could ever repay.

But you wouldn’t ask me to. To you, all you have sacrificed has been worth it. It has been worth it to watch me grow from a sticky fingered, snot-nosed, baby girl to the mostly functional young woman I am today. It has been worth it to see me fall and get right back up again, mirroring the strength only you could have shown me. To live this crazy, beautiful life you have given me, and to watch me come straight to your arms when it gets to be too much as if you alone could be the only one to make it better.

Because you are. Long after you stopped kissing my boo-boos to take away the pain, you have still been the one person I can always count on to make everything better. You have fought for my health and sanity, often at the expense of your own. You have believed in my dreams, even when they seemed impossible. You have erased my stress and worry and pain and tears time after time after time.

And I am eternally grateful for you.

Thank you for taking me to the library, and fostering my intense love of books. For showing me the beauty of a collection of words on a page. 

Thank you for making sure I got to school on time every morning, and even being my teacher when I couldn’t handle the 8-4, textbook, TAKS-test structure. 

Thank you for putting food on the table, and a roof over my head. For clean clothes and running water and proper hygene skills.

Thank you for teaching me family values. For showing me that it is not things, but people who matter in our lives.

Thank you for teaching me respect. For myself and others.

Thank you for teaching me how to love. Unconditionally.

Thank you for accepting me as an individual, my own person. Instead of trying to force me to be someone I’m not.

Thank you for showing me how not to take myself (or life) too seriously. For showing me how to have fun and enjoy the little things.

Thank you for giving me your eyes, your beautiful smile, your empathy, and wise-and-youthful spirit.

Thank you for giving me your heart, the strongest to ever exist, no matter how many times it’s broken.

Thank you for everything you have given, especially this life. 

I wouldn’t exist without you, and I wouldn’t want to.

You are my light at the end of a dark tunnel. You are my life and my world, and I love you more than I could possibly express.

And I know you love me too.

Marriages can end. Friends and lovers can disappear. Connections can be made and lost in a single moment. Love can fade, and hate can take it’s place. Everything is temporary and everything ends.

But the love you have for your children is the definition of forever. Your love is the strongest I have ever and could ever feel.


And for that and so much more, you will always be the greatest mother in the world.

With love,

Kayla

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