Dear Mommy,

To the strong woman who raised two independent daughters. To my role model, the woman who could do it all. To the one who kissed the scrapes, who struggled with me and my tantrums. Who dared to comb my hair. To the woman I not only love, but deeply respect as a person. Who I am so proud to call my mom.

Me, four days old, in my mom's arms

Thank you for always being proud of me. Thank you most of all for always doing absolutely everything in your power to help me have whatever I dream of. I can’t count the number of times that you have come through for me. Some of the biggest come to mind. France. Ireland. Last summer. And, even though I’m 22 years old and live in a different country, three months ago when my loan cheque didn’t come in.

I'm rocking that red nose!

From you I got my heart. Your incredible ability to care so much. So much that it hurts, sometimes, and feels like too much. But I learnt, from you, that it’s an amazing quality to have and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Because it means that you live in a world full of love. Because it means that you and I will fight like lionesses for the people we love.

Me, almost a year old, with my mom! I inherited her big head.

When I think of safety, of home, I think of you. Hearing your voice on the telephone can bring tears to my eyes the way no one else can. When I’m sick, the only person I want is you. When I’m sad, I still need to hear you say that everything is going to be all right.

My mom, me and my sister, while I was working at Pinhey's, in costume.

To the most reliable person I know. You have shown me how to work hard and how to gain people’s respect. My favourite story of you is when the hospital gave you $60 to spend on food for each day of your conference, and you only spent half and gave them back the rest. You are honest. You have gotten so far in your career, all the while cooking and cleaning on your time off.

Laura, Mom and me in the Dominican four years ago

For all the tears you’ve soothed. For all the tangles and tats you’ve defeated. For the little notes beside my lunch that make me smile. For the $10 bill on the counter to buy myself a coffee. For all of the times that I yelled and screamed and you loved me anyway. Thank you.

Mom, me and Dad at my graduation

If I can be half the mother you are when I have kids, then I will be okay.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy.

Love always,

Your Littlest Bunny

2 Comments

  • By Dad, May 9, 2010 @ 7:00 pm

    awwwwww. very nice and very true. If you think she made you a better person, just think what I would have been like.

  • By Emily Jane, May 10, 2010 @ 1:55 pm

    How sweet and beautiful :) She sounds like an amazing woman!

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