While appreciation for any parent should be every day of the year, I still love to extra appreciate my mom on this special day. While gifts like cards and flowers are lovely, I know they won’t be enough to express how grateful I am to have such a great Mom. That’s why I’m writing this open letter to you – to let the world know how proud I feel to be your daughter!
Mom, you are so special for so many reasons. You’ve always been the Loralie to my Rory.
Growing up, you were so different from all of my friends’ moms. You were younger, tattooed, and bad-ass.
I’d like to thank you for being my style icon, my biggest supporter, and my best friend. I wish I was more like you. You are one of those incredible women who make things seem effortless. You had the energy of all your children put together, with a solution to every problem. Sometimes, I wonder how you kept track of everything and everyone in the family and still had time to spend time with us. With your wonderful country spirit and optimistic view, you dance to the beat of your own drum and don’t care who watches.
I’d like to thank you for your teachings. You taught me the art of living life to its fullest: to be strong and sweet, smart and kind, confident, respectful, dedicated, and happy. One of the things I admire most about you is the spirit of life you instilled in me. You pushed me to be the best version of myself. You taught me to be brave, to have the confidence to achieve my dreams and to know how to get back up when I fall.
I’m glad of your guidance too. I’m grateful for your honesty. It stings at times, but you teach me the hard lessons; life isn’t fair, and it isn’t easy. You have always been strong and independent, and I’ve seen that because you are a hard worker and never back down from anything. You taught me to be the survivor and hard worker I am today. I know when life gets complicated, I became irrational. And you’re there to stop me and put a reality check. Thank you for making me feel beautiful and for reminding me that the world isn’t ending even when I think it is.
I wish I lived next door to my mom (again). I miss being able to pop in for dinner, hear all the family news from one source, and I miss all of your shenanigans. It is hard living in a different state. I love that your eyes light up on facetime when we chat. Still, it would better if we would be together in the one room, in person, with a slice of pie or cake or something delicious you would have on hand. I miss the rambling conversations, the seasonal wardrobe upgrades, the home-baked cookies.
I love you, and no matter how far apart we, are you will always remain my mom. I have the matching tattoo to prove it.