You were meant to be my mother.
i wish i’d known then
that i would feel this way today.
maybe it would’ve been easier between us.
but maybe if it had, i wouldn’t feel
so grateful for our relationship now.
i wish i could say we always got along.
i wish i could look back without regrets.
for all the times you drove to pick me up
when i couldn’t sleep at the slumber party i was at.
for all the times you packed a healthy lunch
for the hours you spent arguing with me in
various dressing rooms teaching me taste and style
for the patience and consistency it took to teach me
the manners which give me confidence today to enter any situation
with grace and ease.
for the times you let me fail so i could learn
and for the times you stayed up late
to help me meet my goals.
for understanding when my heart was broken
and for promising it would heal.
for every time you turned down my bed
to welcome me home.
for the countless paperwork you did
to enroll me in camps, lessons and classes
and for driving me to the library
for teaching me to return my books on time.
for letting me go to grow into my own person
for loving me with all my hair colors
and also for paying to strip my hair
when i came to and saw goth was not a good look for me
for teaching me to be kind – to write thank you notes
and to ask for what i want – for teaching me
to give my time to help people – to smile at
strangers and to see beyond the surface of people
i know i will continue to realize more things
i learned from you for the rest of my life but
for now i want to thank you
for all that and more.
you were meant to be my mother
because there could be no other
who knows and loves me the way you do.