I’ve been thinking about writing this letter for a long time. I just wasn’t sure, until now, what to say.
I want to thank you for always being the person who stands up for me – even if you don’t understand why I’m upset. I want to thank you for always finding a way to support my decisions, even if they scare you at first.
Ever since I was a little girl, I remember looking up to you. As I aged, you seemed to get younger. It became easier and easier to reach you, to be like you, to understand you. Now, I can safely say that you are one of my very best friends.
I don’t think many people can say that about their mom.
As a millennial, I often hear other college students complaining about visiting their parents or meeting their mom for lunch. But meeting you for dinner and a movie is often the highlight of my month. We laugh. We talk. Half of the people we see think we’re sisters.
You are my person, in so many ways. You understand the anxiety, the frustrations, the heartaches. You always have a calm, understanding word of wisdom. And, more often than not, you’re right.
So many friendships end today because people can’t be honest with each other. But us? We tell it like it is.
I love that you vent to me about your problems. I love that you think I’m old enough, mature enough, maybe even wise enough to help or offer a helping hand.
I love that you support me, no matter what I do. And, somehow, you not only come to peace with my decisions, but you throw yourself into them wholeheartedly.
I love that you aren’t afraid to ask me for a favor. Not because I’m your daughter and I owe you my life (which I do). But because you trust me as an adult. As an equal.
I love that our relationship has always been give and take. I love that I look forward to talking to you after work or watching scary movies.
I love your taste in fashion and style. I love that, as each year passes, more and more people say that you’re not old enough to have a daughter my age.
It might sound funny, but it reminds me that you are more than just my mother. You are my friend.
I used to be afraid that, as I got older, we’d drift apart. I used to think that moving out, getting married, or graduating from college would put distance between us. But it hasn’t. And now, I’m starting to realize nothing can.
You are special, Mom. And our relationship is one-of-a-kind.
Maybe I’m jumping the gun on Mother’s Day. But who cares?
You deserve it.