Thanks, mom.

I’m thankful for my mom everyday and while I don’t need a particular Sunday to remind me of this, I am seizing the opportunity to give thanks with my words publicly.

My mom had me when she was 23, a baby – how much more selfless can you be? That means if I followed suit, I would be raising a 7-year-old right now.. *shakes head* There’s so much life I’ve lived in the past seven years that I now wonder if she’s ever felt like she missed out on anything? Dates, school, weekend trips, parties, no one to answer to, traveling, etc? But I already know that answer because she’s never once made me feel anything but that this is exactly where she was meant to be. Thanks, mom.

There was about a six-year stretch where she did it all herself – she played mom & dad – and worked nights. I look back on this period and can’t fathom how she managed to keep it all together. But I’d like to think part of the ‘how’ was because we were a team. I obviously leaned on her, but she leaned back and when it got hard, we were each other’s constant. This is still true today and even though we’re states away, we still lean. Thanks, mom.

I’m an only child (hold your “ohhh” and “you must be spoiled” comments please) so I never really had to share my mom and I’m okay with that. Siblings are a completely foreign relationship to me, but my mom has always encouraged me to make friends wherever I go and not to be afraid of talking to anyone. With her guiding nudge, I was the always the kid on the beach asking, “Do you want to build a sandcastle?” This has completely molded how I interact with people today and I believe even in the public relations profession I’ve chosen. I like to think that I’m able to talk to just about anyone and it all started with my mom asking, “why don’t you go see if they want to play?” Thanks, mom.

We have a timing bond. There’s just this notion the both of us regularly have where we’re drawn to call each other at the same exact time. It happens quite frequently and one of will always answer the phone with a “you must have felt the umbilical cord tugging.” It’s a sweet moment in time where I have a unique bond with only one other person on Earth. Thanks, mom.

This is a biggin’: After years of doing it on her own, she met a man who would forever change our lives. She was the happiest she’d even been and so was I – so much so that I took him by the hand, sat him down on my Rainbow Bright-covered bed and bluntly asked, “so, when are you going to marry my mom?” I was my mom’s maid of honor at age 10 and our family has been one small, three-person blessing ever since. They also just celebrated their 20th wedding anniversary! Tom doesn’t have kids of his own, but the word “step” never crosses my mind because he’s never once treated me as if I wasn’t his blood. He’s watched me grow and been there with laughter, advice and support most of my life. He’s priceless. For picking the best man for the job, thanks mom.

Throughout everything; dance classes, horseback riding, summer camps, boys, school, moving to NY, hurdles and highlights, my mom (and Tom) has always shown her support. I’m smart enough to understand that there are a lot of kids that go through life without the emotional support from their parents and I’m beyond blessed enough to realize that I’m not one of them. I only know this side of things. As I’ve grown and had to make my own decisions, I’m sure there has been times when my mom maybe wished I would have chosen differently, yet she’s never voiced this. “You would figure it out,” she’d say. There have been very few instances where we might not have seen eye to eye, but she’s always been there as a listener and a supporter regardless. I have the best mom-model to look up to and can only pray that I’ll be able to pass down what I’ve learned and experienced thus far. Thanks, mom.

For being love, thanks mom.


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