To My Mom

  Happy Mother's Day, to my mom who taught me everything I know.  She is the most selfless, giving person I have ever met, and continues to teach me what it means to parent with love.

  My mom asked that in lieu of a present this year that I write to her about a memory I had from my childhood.  It got me thinking a lot about my childhood.  It turns out I really don't have a ton of specific memories from childhood that seem worth writing about, but generally I just have a memory of happiness.

  My mom raised me with such love every day.  I can't even remember a time where she took out her anger or frustration on me, and she always seemed to keep it together. Now that I'm a mom myself, I can't imagine how she did it as I feel like I'm at my wit's end every other hour.  She (and my dad) happily attended every soccer game I ever played, and generally rooted for me in life.  I knew (and know) every day how much she loved me.  She told me every day and showed me too.

Sorry that I couldn't come up with a great story to write about, Mom.  There isn't much of a story to go with you preparing every meal I ate growing up, tucking me in at night, and always being there when you said you'd be there.  That's what motherhood is, right?  Being there every day for your kids in the ways they need you most and providing them with love and stability.  My mom did that for me in a way I can only hope to emulate.  I love you, Mom.  Thanks for everything!