Dear Mom,
I do not tell you enough how much I love you and appreciate everything you have done for me throughout my life. In particular, you opened my eyes to the world of literature and to the beauty that words provide. I may have fought you tooth and nail, but you prevailed.
Thank you for sitting me down to read every night and being patient through all of my protests and complaints.
Thank you for only bringing the best books home, because you knew I would love them.
Thank you for taking time out to be with just me, even though you spent each day of your career in the company of 30 inexhaustible first graders, and were understandably exhausted by the time you got home.
Thank you for always making a big deal out of my writing, even if it embarrassed the heck out of me at the time.
Thank you for never yelling at me for having sloppy penmanship even though everybody else did.
Thank you for cherishing every word I write you, and for understanding that my greatest gift is actually the greeting card, not the accompanying See's Candy.
Thank you for never reading my journal, no matter how horrible I was at hiding it.
Most of all, thank you for being everything I could have ever wanted or needed in a mother.
I love you to life,
Mary
I do not tell you enough how much I love you and appreciate everything you have done for me throughout my life. In particular, you opened my eyes to the world of literature and to the beauty that words provide. I may have fought you tooth and nail, but you prevailed.
Thank you for sitting me down to read every night and being patient through all of my protests and complaints.
Thank you for only bringing the best books home, because you knew I would love them.
Thank you for taking time out to be with just me, even though you spent each day of your career in the company of 30 inexhaustible first graders, and were understandably exhausted by the time you got home.
Thank you for always making a big deal out of my writing, even if it embarrassed the heck out of me at the time.
Thank you for never yelling at me for having sloppy penmanship even though everybody else did.
Thank you for cherishing every word I write you, and for understanding that my greatest gift is actually the greeting card, not the accompanying See's Candy.
Thank you for never reading my journal, no matter how horrible I was at hiding it.
Most of all, thank you for being everything I could have ever wanted or needed in a mother.
I love you to life,
Mary