I know I’ve said it before, but let’s be honest–I could never really say it enough.
Thank you for carrying me for nine, long, uncomfortable months. You took care of me before you knew who I was, before you had seen my face, and before you had heard my cry. You loved me unconditionally from the start, and that’s something I could never say thank you enough for.
Thanks for putting up with sleepless nights when I finally did arrive. You held me close while I cried. You put my needs before your own. And you did all of this while caring for another two crazy children, managing a home, and working. I’ll never know how you survived it.
Which leads me to my next thank you: Thank you for raising a loving family. Do we all get along 24/7? No. But for the most part, I’d say we’ve got it pretty good. You’ve performed a juggling act for the last 28 years and managed to raise three kids who aren’t half bad (biased opinion.) You gave me my first friends–even if the boys didn’t always let me play Power Rangers with them in the backyard. You’ve also given me a beautiful example of what love is. Growing up, I watched you and Dad care for one another, work out your differences, and hug and kiss every night. Because of you, I know to be picky with who I choose to spend my life with. Because of you, I know what a happy family should look like.
You cared for me when I was sick. I know I’ve thanked you for it, but I’ve never TRULY thanked you for it. Kids are sticky and messy to begin with, but you’ve dealt with the worst of the worst. Thanks for holding my hair, taking my temperature, and squeezing my hand during those seriously awful strep tests.
Thank you for nurturing my growth. You made sure I ate well, played often, and slept peacefully. Beyond just my physical needs, you encouraged me to find my own interests, use my imagination, foster meaningful relationships, and chase my dreams–no matter what those were at the time. Because of you, I’ve always felt confident to go for what I want. You taught me that it’s okay that not everything comes easily. You sat with me when I needed extra help and you smiled proudly when I did it all on my own. You gave me the courage to spread my wings and become who I am today.
You’ve led by example. You went back to school, changed your career path, and proved that you can be whatever you want to be at any age. You’ve been understanding of my indecision as I’ve aged. You’ve talked me through my options and you’ve never pushed me to do anything I didn’t want to (except swimming lessons–but in hindsight thanks for those too.)
Thanks for never saying, “I told you so.” You watched me mature and make choices that I don’t look back fondly upon. You stood (stand) there patiently during sassy days. You listen while I complain about things gone wrong. But never once have you made me feel worse about my short-comings. Instead, you make me laugh. You help me see the positives in bad situations, the humor in unflattering fashion, hair, makeup, etc., choices, and the benefits of all I’ve been through. Thanks for continuing to do this at every stage of my life.
Mom, you’ve stood/sat/laid beside me during my darkest hours. From grief to heartbreak, you’ve been the one to rub my back, hold me close, and tell me that it will all be alright. You’ve cried with me. You’ve talked me through the tough stuff. And you’ve always been there for a hug when I need you the most.
You’ve also celebrated with me during the happiest of times. You’ve been a listening ear to all of my good news. You’ve shared my excitement over new beginnings and adventures. You’ve laughed, danced, and jumped with me through all of the fun stuff.
Thank you for all of the times you make me laugh. There’s not much I love more than laughing hard with you–especially when the Tierney snort comes out. You and Dad frequently tell me that I’m weird, but it never stops you from joining in on the weirdness with me. You allow me to be goofy and sarcastic. You don’t get freaked out by my strange faces. And you laugh at my stupid jokes. Not all moms are that cool.
You have always encouraged me to be open and honest with you. I know that I can come to you with literally anything. I love that I’ve never felt the need to hide anything from you or to be embarrassed to tell you something.
Momma, not only are you my mother, you’re also my best friend. We’ve been lucky to have always gotten along well. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve gotten to really know who you are as a person–not just as my mom. And I’ve got to say, you’re really great. You’re my go-to shopping-partner, play-seer, bike-rider, adventure-goer, and couch-lounger. We’ve had some really great times throughout the years. From traveling the world to laying in the living room, your company is always enjoyable. With you I can sit in a comfortable silence, sing my heart out to the radio, or talk until I run out of breath. I’m so thankful to know that that will never change.
I cherish you and all you’ve done for me. There will never be a day in my life that I won’t be thankful that God gave me you. Without you, I wouldn’t be me.
From the bottom of my heart: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
With all my love,
Your baby girl