and I want to thank you for giving me the best days of my life
To all the mothers on my flist (and I know there are several, most certainly including my own), I hope you had a wonderful Mother's Day. Mothers are amazing people.
Mine especially. I've rhapsodized about her on more than one occasion here, but let me do so again: I have a fucking fantastic mom. She is the badassest mom ever to be badass, and I will stand by that no matter what. I can't think of a single thing I resent her for (the only things I didn't get from her were because I was too dense to ask for them) and a whole lot of things I feel deeply thankful for.
She taught me everything I know about being strong and being kind at the same time.
She taught me everything I know about a lot of things, and thanks to that I'm well-equipped to deal with this world and the people in it.
When I was hurt, she had bandaids and kisses. When I was sick, she let me crawl in with her and keep her up all night with my hacking, puking, rasping, and snoring. When I was sad, she somehow always knew and was knocking on my door within minutes. When I was mad (not often), she calmed me down until I could think reasonably.
She let me know that I was welcome to make all the mistakes I liked, as long as I was also willing to deal with the consequences.
When the drinking and drug-experimentation age came around, because of the fact that I was completely free to try them if I liked, I was completely uninterested in it and was the soberest teen in town. I still haven't tried cigarettes or marijuana, let alone anything stronger, and I'm still not really interested. Tattoos? Meh. Piercings? She's got more than I do. Fooling around with boys? I wasn't interested anyway, but if I had been, I'm sure she would have just told me to play it safe. Nothing was forbidden, so nothing was illicitly thrilling. Genius.
Though she and my dad split up when I was really young, she never badmouthed him to me. I don't even remember them fighting in front of me before the divorce. I appreciated that more than I've ever said out loud, I think. She made faces on occasion when my dad did or said dumb things, and tossed off an amused comment or two, but she never, ever asked me to take sides between them.
She never punished me for anything I didn't deserve punishment for. Even I knew, after calming down enough to be rational about it, that I got what was coming to me.
She's always been open to having fun with me. Board games, card games, random and sometimes bizarre conversations, the occasional tubing or ziplining expedition, camping, baking, tai chi, shopping, movies, girl's days and nights out, thousands upon thousands of laughs and smiles.
More recently, as I've been trying to decide what to do with my life, she's never pushed me to do anything. She's always just let me know that whatever I choose to do, she'll support me. I'm so thankful for that. It means there's nothing I'm afraid to do.
Whenever I need advice, she's the first person I turn to, and she never lets me down. There's nothing I'm afraid to tell her anymore.
We've been through some tough times together. She's always been there for me, even when I was too blind to see it. She's never made a decision I would ask her not to make if we could live it again, at least not any important enough for me to remember.
I love you more than I could possibly say, Mom. I can't wait to see you next week. I plan to give you a giant hug. I'd give you diamonds if I could, but I know it wouldn't mean as much to you.
You did good. Thanks for everything. ♥
Mine especially. I've rhapsodized about her on more than one occasion here, but let me do so again: I have a fucking fantastic mom. She is the badassest mom ever to be badass, and I will stand by that no matter what. I can't think of a single thing I resent her for (the only things I didn't get from her were because I was too dense to ask for them) and a whole lot of things I feel deeply thankful for.
She taught me everything I know about being strong and being kind at the same time.
She taught me everything I know about a lot of things, and thanks to that I'm well-equipped to deal with this world and the people in it.
When I was hurt, she had bandaids and kisses. When I was sick, she let me crawl in with her and keep her up all night with my hacking, puking, rasping, and snoring. When I was sad, she somehow always knew and was knocking on my door within minutes. When I was mad (not often), she calmed me down until I could think reasonably.
She let me know that I was welcome to make all the mistakes I liked, as long as I was also willing to deal with the consequences.
When the drinking and drug-experimentation age came around, because of the fact that I was completely free to try them if I liked, I was completely uninterested in it and was the soberest teen in town. I still haven't tried cigarettes or marijuana, let alone anything stronger, and I'm still not really interested. Tattoos? Meh. Piercings? She's got more than I do. Fooling around with boys? I wasn't interested anyway, but if I had been, I'm sure she would have just told me to play it safe. Nothing was forbidden, so nothing was illicitly thrilling. Genius.
Though she and my dad split up when I was really young, she never badmouthed him to me. I don't even remember them fighting in front of me before the divorce. I appreciated that more than I've ever said out loud, I think. She made faces on occasion when my dad did or said dumb things, and tossed off an amused comment or two, but she never, ever asked me to take sides between them.
She never punished me for anything I didn't deserve punishment for. Even I knew, after calming down enough to be rational about it, that I got what was coming to me.
She's always been open to having fun with me. Board games, card games, random and sometimes bizarre conversations, the occasional tubing or ziplining expedition, camping, baking, tai chi, shopping, movies, girl's days and nights out, thousands upon thousands of laughs and smiles.
More recently, as I've been trying to decide what to do with my life, she's never pushed me to do anything. She's always just let me know that whatever I choose to do, she'll support me. I'm so thankful for that. It means there's nothing I'm afraid to do.
Whenever I need advice, she's the first person I turn to, and she never lets me down. There's nothing I'm afraid to tell her anymore.
We've been through some tough times together. She's always been there for me, even when I was too blind to see it. She's never made a decision I would ask her not to make if we could live it again, at least not any important enough for me to remember.
I love you more than I could possibly say, Mom. I can't wait to see you next week. I plan to give you a giant hug. I'd give you diamonds if I could, but I know it wouldn't mean as much to you.
You did good. Thanks for everything. ♥