Letter To My Mother

A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity. It dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path…Agatha Christie

Dear Mom,

There are days when I miss you more than words can explain. You were my best friend, my protector, my counselor, you were simply, mama. I knew that I could conquer all because you believed in me. You taught me never to use the word ‘can’t’ and to believe in myself. You encouraged my dreams – never once telling me I could not achieve them. 

Dear mom, you taught me to be strong, to hold my shoulders back and my head high in adversity. I have tried to do just that, but there are days when I need my mom. I need you to hold my hands and comfort me. There are days when I want to simply be a child again and have you make a fuss over me. 

There are things I want to talk about, ideas to share, hidden fears that only you would understand. I play them through my mind and try to think would you would have said or done. I do remember that you always believed that everything works out in the end. I hold steadfast to that belief. 

I’m a mom now, myself. I know that would have surprised you, I was so adamant about not having kids. I can just see you looking at me with that all knowing smile. I wish you were here for me to tell you how much I admire you. To get words of guidance in growing my son – for simply being me.

He asks about you all the time. I’m glad, as it helps me to paint a picture of my mom for him to remember as he grows. One day, I said how much I missed you, and he drew a picture, painted a big heart on it. He said that it was to remind me of you and for me to remember that you will always love me no matter what. 

It’s sad that I never got to say goodbye, and even though it has been so many years, I miss you still. I long to hear your voice, talking, singing but most of all, I miss your laughter. I miss your quiet strength, the way you dealt with trials. Sometimes I try to be like you, but I’m not always successful. I know you would still be proud of me, encouraging me to keep trying. 

I’ve not fulfilled all my dreams, mom, but I’ve done the best I can. I’ve not given up on all of them, but some like my youth are disappearing in the mist of time. But, if you were here, you’d still be proud of me… of that I’m sure.

I love you mom.

                                                  Hugging Mom/Daughter

I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life. – Abraham Lincoln