Open Letter To My Mother
“Thank you...
For standing by me through thick and thin
For not giving up on me when I didn't win
For your patience when I kept pushing you away
For caring when I said I didn't need you anyway
I am grateful knowing...
I can count on your strength
Ask for your support, and know you'll go to any length
When I lose my way
You help me get back on track
When in pain
Your comfort soothes and brings me back
I am lucky because...
When I was sad you gave me faith and hope
When I was confused you taught me how to cope
When I felt I couldn't go on
You carried me long miles
When I didn't believe
You restored my smiles
Mom, thank you
For your guidance and the faith you've shown
For giving me a safe place where I have grown
For showing me how to strive
Because of your love
I will survive”
For there is nothing like a mother’s love,
Thank you for taking me to church every Sunday. Thank you for teaching me to be independent. Thank you for letting me find out on my own that the boy was no good for me. Thank you for being my shoulder to cry on when I finally realized it.
My mother is my world and as I get older I learn that more and more. Every time I think I “got” it as you say I always find my way back crying to you about a cruel this world is! All through my life you have gave me life lessons that at that moment I truly didn’t think would apply but now I see you were trying to in your way protect me! I always thought you over-protective nature was just you keep me from being young wild and free, But I see you just wanted me to be safe all the times I can remember in my head of you telling it wasn’t a good Idea and I of course did it anyway and got hurt in some way you never said I told you so (Even Though I Knew You Wanted Too) .
Thank you for teaching me “game” as you call it I can remember you saying “Nobody’s going to play my baby!” and you meant that.Thank you for everything, Tupac said it right but I’m going to put a spin on it, there is NOTHING alive or in this world that can take my mother’s place.
