This post is for my mother.
She does not like flowers, cards, or gifts that much. Mostly due to her frugal nature.
Family, however, is important to her.
My mother and I have had our share of complications as many mother-daughter relationships do.
We also have a very close bond even if it is different in its own way.
She raised me as a young single mother handling my diabetes before we have the tech we do today.
I have no idea how she kept me alive!
It was a struggle, to say the least.
Some of my fondest memories with her when I was little are frequent trips to the park and taking drives to get an ice cream come.
She also read to me and sang to me almost every night. Those are my favorite memories.
I still remember the songs sang to me when I was small.
She used to make much of our clothing by hand. She made me such pretty dresses and sometimes she made us matching dresses. I loved those.
The older I become, the more I begin to look like her.
People tell me more and more often that I look just like my mother.
This is a lovely compliment.
My love of animals comes from her, my wit comes from her, and my wisdom.
I also attribute my dry and sometimes sarcastic sense of humor to her.
Thank you, mom.
Thanks for raising me and keeping me healthy.
Thank you for the visits to the park, the ice cream cones, the stories, and music.
Also, thank you for the pretty dresses, and thank you for somehow keeping me alive.