A mother’s love is incredible. From the moment a mother becomes pregnant, her life changes. She dedicates everything to helping another being grow. The amazing thing about mothers is that they never receive recognition for all they do. They never receive a medal of honor, a certificate of completion, or a stamp of approval. And yet they do it anyway. The satisfaction of watching their children grow, seeing a precious smile, wiping away their child’s tears, and receiving a hug from their little one is enough.
With Mother’s Day quickly approaching, I wanted to give a shout out to all mothers. This is the letter that all moms should receive not only this Mother’s Day, but every day. For all mothers out there, thank you for raising us. Thank you for bringing a child into the world, raising them with grace, and loving them unconditionally. Thank you for being patient and strong, even when it felt like you were alone. Thank you for putting us first, and taking care of our needs before your own. Thank you for being a mother.
This letter is for you.
Words cannot express everything that you have done for me, as you have selflessly served me my entire life. I am grateful that I am your child. I couldn’t ask for a better mom.
Thank you for bringing me into this world. The first few years I literally could not have done without you. Thank you for nurturing me, feeding me, changing my diapers, and taking the time to rock me back to sleep in the middle of the night. Thank you for giving me your time, even though you had so much else going on around you, from work, to my siblings, trying to keep the house clean, and the pressures of everyday life.
Thank you for teaching me to read, even when I didn’t want to learn. Thanks for the dance lessons, violin lessons, piano lessons, etc. even though I didn’t always stick with them. Thank you for forcing me to continue some of them, even though I didn’t want to practice. You told me I’d appreciate it when I was older, and I do.
I’m sorry for the times that I disappointed you. When I lied to go hang out with that boy (and thanks for helping me see that he wasn’t good enough for me anyway), when I didn’t get good enough grades, when I broke curfew, and all of the other stupid things I did. Thank you for getting mad when you needed to, so that I learned how to be better. But thank you for not getting too mad. Thank you for curbing your temper and turning it into a teaching moment when I colored on the walls, broke your favorite dish, and crashed the car.
Thank you for catching me sometimes, and other times, letting me fall. I’m grateful that I was able to learn that I could always depend on you, but that I could also pick myself up. Thank you for being patient during the times that I had to put my life back together.
Thanks for not buying me everything on my Christmas wish list, and thank you for giving me clothes for my birthday. I didn’t realize it at the time, but it taught me humility and gratitude. Thank you for always doing your best — even if it meant that I had to wear my sister’s worn hand-me-downs, or play with toys that you bought from the thrift store.
Thank you for being my friend when the girls at school were cruel to me. Thank you for teaching me that I am enough, and that I didn’t need their approval to be happy. Thank you for always reminding me to be kind, even when they weren’t kind to me. And when I finally found a few good friends, thanks for driving me to the other side of the valley so that I could visit them until I was old enough to drive over myself.
Thank you for volunteering at my school so that you could spend more time with me. Thank you for always being available to help me with my homework or to do my hair for a dance, even when you had a million other things on your to-do list. Thank you for teaching me what it means to love.
Thanks for supporting my dreams, whether they were to grow up to be an astronaut or a dance teacher, even when I realized I had no idea what I wanted to be. Thank you for telling me I was perfect during that cross-country race when I actually came in next to last; you have no idea how much that meant to me. Thank you for always believing in me.
Thank you for letting me go off to college, but still keeping a room for me so that I had somewhere to come home to. Thank you for letting me move away, even though I know that secretly you’d love to have me live at home for the rest of my life.
Thank you for answering my phone calls and teaching me how to make a family recipe, how to get a stain out, and just talking to me when I needed to talk.
Thank you for never giving up on me.
Thank you for being my mom,
Your (Favorite) Child
Darci Maxwell is a walking contradiction, and she loves it. You are just as likely to find her outside tearing up a mountain as you are to discover her curled up at home with a steamy cup of herbal tea watching Dr. Who. She is terrified of heights, yet she is the first one to run to the edge and marvel at the spellbinding sight. As an introverted extrovert, writing is her favorite way to connect with many people while still enjoying the comforts of her own home. Her favorite quote is “Here’s to the movers, the shakers, and the mischief-makers.”