mom.

Today is a celebration of all the mom's out there. The ones who nursed us through the night, waking up every two hours to feed us even after who knows how many hours of labor. The ones who felt our foreheads and told us to get back into bed, they'd call the school and tell them we weren't coming in today. Who could also tell when we were faking it and had just put a hot wash cloth on our face. And the times they let us get away with it just so we could spend the day together. To all the mothers who worried when we started driving. Who sat up all night the first time we went out on a date, wondering how it went and hoping the boy didn't take it too far. The ones who waited for you to try and sneak in past curfew and snagged your car keys for the next week. You don't like riding the bus to school? Try sneaking in at one o'clock in the morning again and see how much you like riding it for the rest of the year. To the mommy's whose hearts broke the first time ours did. Who held our hands and let us pour out our sorrows, about how he found a new girlfriend and she's ugly and I'm totally prettier than she is. How she put our scribbles from school on the fridge and praised them as if we were the next Picasso. The ones who hollered at us when the street lights came on and had dinner waiting on the table. The ones who kissed our knees when we skinned them, and splurged to buy the expensive Ninja Turtle band-aids. All the mamas that sat through The Lion King and Blue's Clues at least 15 times a day, even singing along to make us giggle. All the amazing women who sacrificed their happiness for ours, who find new gray hairs because of our shenanigans.

And to those few who have been like mothers to me; who gave me advice, let me sleep on their couch, and fed me home cooked meals. The ones who handed me a cup of coffee as I staggered into their kitchen after waking up on the couch, eyeliner smeared across my face and hair sticking on end after a night of partying. You who had no obligation to me, but took it upon yourselves to care for me anyway.


To my mother especially, who has been nothing but supportive even after all the times I fucked up royally. I'm not sure there are very many people out there who would continue to put up with my shit for 26 years. Love you mom.