Oma and BabyThis post is part of the Group Writing Project going on at MamaBlogga.  The theme is: “Thanks, Mom” It’s so special to me, now that I am a mommy too.

Dear Mommy,

Thank you for being everything I am not and everything that I am at the same time.  We are opposites in so many ways but at the heart, we are tied together by family bonds too strong to break.  I value the strength of family that you have given me.  Even in our darkest hours as a family, you were there fighting for us to pull through together.  And we finally did. 

Thank you for teaching me that life is fun.  You encouraged so much laughter in our house.  From family joke time, to silly performances in the basement, or to family dinners where we made fun of each other (or had fun WITH each other as we preferred to say), you let us (made us) laugh.  You helped us find the humor in everything.  Even the most embarrassing moments in life, when I just didn’t think I could ever show my face in public again (Remember when I played Tonto in the church program or when I broke my wrist trying to show off on the hurdles at the big track meet?) you made it all better and we would end up hugging, laughing and crying all at the same time.

Thank you for instilling in me a sense of self motivation.  We were never allowed to give up or to accept mediocrity from ourselves.  Maybe some see this as a negative at times, I do think it added a little to my non-stop thinking and analyzing.  BUT, I think these qualities are becoming rare.  All of us girls, refuse to give up no matter how tired or worn down we feel either emotionally or physically.  We can rarely say that “we didn’t try”.  Although, yes, you will be proud that none of us tried drugs or smoking.  I swear, if you ever can pick out the one thing you did to prevent that, let me know.  I want to be sure my kids follow suit.

Thank you for teaching me to be compassionate.  Remember when you would invite, the not “socially accepted” people to our house and provide them with a good meal, clothes, medicines or whatever else they needed?  You taught us that everyone feels as deeply as we do.  By opening your home, you opened our hearts.  Remember Jim, who lived down the road? He never had electricity, running water, or a working car. He rode his bike all over town trying to earn some money for food doing odd jobs.   I don’t know whatever happened to Jim, our daily visitor, after we moved but I hope that he found fresh water, good meals and baked goods even though you weren’t around.  He had an amazing ability to smell those cookies you made from miles away and come riding in on his bike, water jugs, newspapers and all. Jim, I don’t think you will ever have access to a computer in your life, but if you are out there,  I hope you are well and that you bike is working great. 

Oh Mommy, there are so many things you have given me.  My obsession for baked goods and almond paste, my funky crazy nose, my zest for gardening, my interest in so many activities/hobbies, and on and on…  I thank you for them all. 

It’s hard to imagine that someone knows me as well as you do.  Inside and out, from top to bottom, you know me like no other human.  I rarely take the time to verbally thank you for all that you are and do for us.  I should do this more often since I now know what a thankless job motherhood can be on any given day.  I will attempt to do so here and now, before our hour glass runs down.  Thank you for being my soft hearted, good natured, ever caring, and giving mommy.  You are strong and I am stronger for having you.

Love you,