Dear Mother

When did I first start calling you Mother?  I can’t remember.  I think it was when I was in college.  All the other kids still call you mom.  Mother just seems right to me.  I simply wanted to take some time on this Mother’s Day to tell you what you mean to me.

First of all, I thank you for teaching me to read.  Reading truly is fundamental, and you knew it intuitively all those years ago. Mornings sidling up next to you at the coffee table to read Nancy & Sluggo from the funny papers is one of my very best early memories of you and me.  You would go frame by frame through each of the captions and explain to me the meaning of the cartoon strip.  You helped me to become a critical thinker at an early age and understand how words have meaning, tone, and put together include some message, often a humorous one.  I don’t think I ever told you that you remind me of Aunt Fritzi.  She was beautiful and classy, and so are you.

At night you would read the Bible to me.  I’m not sure I understood all of what you read, but it certainly helped me build my vocabulary, imprinted the importance of God’s word on my soul, and bonded me to you.  Then, we would follow with your listening to my prayers.  I don’t remember thanking God for the milk and chocolate milk, but it meant something to you. I thank you for telling me that story from time to time.

I remember in 5th grade when our class had a special Thanksgiving presentation.  My assigned role was to cut the cake for our guests.  I felt so grown up, was really happy that I had been chosen for what seemed to me a special activity, and was tremendously proud that my mom was there to see me in action.

In 7th grade I stopped kissing you on the lips before leaving for school.  It was hard to stop, even though I felt like I was too old.  Your warm kisses gave me comfort and made me feel loved and protected all day long.

When I was an actress in high school you came to every play I was ever in.  I knew I could count on you.  I loved knowing that you were in the audience.  I wanted to do my best for you.

I missed you so much when I went away to college.  Back then it cost a lot to call long distance, and I know I ran up y’alls bills.  But I needed to hear your voice and know that you were still there for me.

It seemed that I was so far away from you during my 20’s.  I looked forward to the holidays, although the ones I could afford to come home for were fewer and fewer in between.  You made our Christmases so very special from the time we were very little.   I still look forward to the box of special treats you send every year.  Christmas would not be Christmas without my coin purse with that very meaningful nickel tucked deep inside.  To me it signifies your love tucked deep into my heart.  It will always be there.

As an adult I have come to appreciate you more each year.  You truly are one-of-a-kind.  You are mine!  You are my mother and I adore you, praise you, and thank you for everything you have done and continue to do for me.  You are a great blessing from God in heaven.  “I thank him upon every remembrance of you.”  Much love, Dawn



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