My earliest memory of you were always filled
with love and happiness.
Cuddles in bed, never an empty stomach,
little notes left on our dresser or notebooks,
always with a smiley face and the words
“I love you so much, be happy”.
No one loved me more than you.
All that you gave us in life, you never had.
All that you wanted was for us, to have it all.
And we did, because of you. It was love, that’s all we had.
You worked a lot, I remember that.
You always wore high heels and red lipstick.
Never left the house unpresentable.
Your hair always done nicely, your clothes well pressed.
You were a business woman.
You led the way and defined the word “provider”.
You knew hustle and spoke calmly and you did it all for family.
I can only imagine what you must have given up as a woman,
To be a mother.
What dreams you still dream of
What sacrifices you made, to give me life.
I can only imagine what you have gained in this life,
To be our mother.
If I could I would shower you with the words and respect that I sometimes don’t have the experience to know or relate to.
For being a Mother, our mother is a true journey on its own.
Sometimes I wish my memories as an infant and child were more vivid and sharp than the memories as an adult. So I could remember how complete and perfect it felt to be held by you my first waking hour in this world. So I could see the tears of emotion trickle down your cheek, while looking at the love you just brought in to this uncertain world.
Thank you for loving me more than yourself, more than anyone else, more than anything I will ever know, for loving me unconditionally. I am forever your daughter and forever grateful for you.
Love,
Leah
34 yrs today
May 23, 2018 7:08am
