Dear Mama,

Every day really is Mother's Day. This week you turned 55. I'm out of town for the first time ever on my Mom's birthday, so we conversed for 45 minutes on the phone. To be honest, I felt guilty for not being with you on your birthday, but our conversation was sweet as always. We caught up on how things were going in LaGrange (my hometown) and how you'd been feeling. I honestly consider you one of my best friends.

I always like to reflect when your birthday comes around. I think about your life and how my life would look if you weren't a part of it. I'm a mess, but I would be far worse if you didn't love me. In my life, and many others, you are the rock of the family.

There's so many things you have endured, but you still remained steadfast and committed to us. Even when I was straying away and indifferent about family, you were praying for me and checking on me. A mother's love, your love, is inseparable and faithful.

You don't seek the attention from others, but do everything you can for the sake of others. You've truly been my greatest supporter.

You didn't condone my brash, stupid decisions, but you supported me as your son in the midst of them. Your love has moved me to continue to persevere as my road in life has been uneven and hazy. I've never been condemned by you, but you've always confirmed your affection for me and your willingness to encourage in every situation. You've been stern, but consistent. Direct, but patient.

It's not Mother's Day, but you deserve the recognition for my sacrifice every day. I'm proud to be a mama's boy, your boy.

Love,

Your Son