My beautiful mom,
Every other day of the year you always put me first, but today it’s Mother’s Day and you deserve to be spoilt. Frustratingly my budget doesn’t allow me to spoil you how you deserve, I can’t afford to treat you to a spa day or buy you a nice piece of jewellery, so I thought I would do one of the things I do best: write. Write down a lot of things that I don’t say often enough, and probably a lot of things I’ve never said.
I have so many happy memories of my childhood, family holidays, Christmases, even just summer BBQs and evenings in the sun. During my teenage years our friendship blossomed. You were always available to spend a night in watching chick flicks, face masks on as we made our way through a tub of ice cream. My one true friend who has stuck with me through boyfriends and fall outs with friends, introducing me to the old classics like Dirty Dancing, Grease and Pretty Woman, you were always there to listen without judgement. No questions asked, no talking needed. I know I’ve not always been the most pleasant, I’ve had my fair share of teenage mood swings that followed through into my 20s and I know a lot were, and still are, taken out on you. Yet despite this you’ve always been there for me, always on my side but always speaking the truth and telling me how it is. I know there’ll have been times I’ll have disappointed you, upset you, angered you, yet, portraying your strength, you never let me see it. I only ever saw your happiness, never any tears, and even now you still try to protect me from any negative. A natural instinct I’m sure as a mother.
As a family we’ve been through some hard and horrible times. I know how hard things must be for you but you never let on, always trying to protect me even now. My thoughts and feelings more important to you than you’re own; you often know how I’m feeling before I sometimes even know myself. And it’s only now as I’ve got older that I’ve understood the special bond between a mother and daughter and how precious that is to you. It’s precious to me now, too, and I can only hope that I have half of what we have with my own daughter when the time comes.
You’re my best friend, the person I can turn to with anything and know you’ll still be there no matter what. My one constant. The most kind, selfless, loving person I know. Thank you for always being there, for going through the pain of bringing me into this world, protecting me, teaching me, loving me, for every time you’ve held me while I’ve cried, for each and every time you’ve treated me “just because”, for making my childhood what it was, for listening. I know I take you for granted and after everything I really shouldn’t, but I do. And I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry for being moody in the mornings, for snapping, for putting you and Dad through any worry or heartache, for any time I’ve upset you or made you cry. You don’t deserve that.
I love you and will always be here for you, as you have been for me.
Your not always so loving, and often very moody, daughter