Mom,

It is hard for me to put into words how I feel about being the child that was very hard to love, but I can never express how lucky I feel that you never stopped loving me.

I know I am the difficult child. I am the child that always wanted to be in the different hobbies, and when you would pay for lessons I never wanted to practice. I was the child that used up most of the medical insurance because I was constantly getting hurt. I was the child that talked back and rolled my eyes constantly because I was (and still am) extremely stubborn.

I am the child that you still to this day stay up at night and worry about because you know how bad my anxiety can be, and you hope and pray that I am not having one of my bad nights. I am the child that you expect to get bad phone calls from, crying because I am so overwhelmed from someone or something.

When you have not heard from me in awhile you call me or text me to check up on me, but you do not do that with anyone else. You can hear it in my voice when something is wrong, and ask me what is going on. You have gone to great lengths to see me smile, or just give me a hug when I am not feeling well.

What I am trying to get at is thank you so much for loving me through the many ups and downs. I know there have been times when we are both yelling at each other and do not want to speak to each other, but you still come to see me and we talk through it. Thank you for being the person I can go to with anything, and I mean anything. You never gave up on me, and maybe it is because you are my mom, but there is something about our relationship that is just so special to me.

There have been times that I have hated myself for things I have said to you, or done to upset you. Irresponsible choices I have made, and you stood by my side through them all. I know you have not always been proud of the things I have done, but thank you for still being proud to call me your daughter, and loving me.

It is not easy being the difficult child; I always compare myself to my “prettier, smarter, nicer, better” sibling, and you remind me that is not true. We are all different in our own ways, no two children are alike and that I should be proud of myself for being stubborn and hard headed at times, and that I am beautiful and smart, and I deserve the best life has to offer.

I know I am biased, but I really believe you are the worlds best Mom, thank you for being you. I am so blessed and grateful for being your difficult child.