Before I ever got paid to write, you were my number 1 listener and supporter (not always by choice) but you were always there, regardless.
It’s funny, It takes seconds for me to write entire scripts for individuals but writing to you is extremely difficult.
Mostly because I don’t even know where to start.
I used to feel kinda guilty on these holidays, especially days like your birthday. I always felt like what I could gift to you was nothing compared to all you’ve done for me (which is painfully true). It was a lose-lose no matter what. Get you something and feel shitty about its insignificance, or do nothing and feel like a shitty son?
Anyways, back to this letter.
When I was young, all I could do was watch.
I think both you and I did a lot of that.
You were always looking out for my safety, watching our backs, making sure we had enough and could make it. You did all this alone and regardless of how you think you did, you’re the reason we made it.
You’re the reason I was allowed to think about goals, dreams, and my ambitions.
No matter how low I felt, no matter how low you felt, you stayed strong for all of us. You never gave up on me, even when I gave you every reason to.
Rather than share what you were going through, you silently pressed forward. You never dragged me down- if you went through something, you did it alone.
Our family never understood this about you, but I do. When you pull back and take time away from everyone, that’s you looking out for them. You never wanted to give people the worst of you, so you’d back away from everything to ensure that.
The best lesson I’ve ever learned from your actions is to always PUSH forward. Because of that, I am who I am and I am where I am.
You’ve taught me to never quit on myself.
AND If I could gift you anything, it isn’t displays of love through corny letters, random trips, or any other distractions. That’s all temporary, and immediately after- it’s over, like it never happened.
My wish for you is to forgive yourself.
I’ve always known your guilt. Although you’ve never shared it, spoken on it, and might be a little pissed that I’m writing it here- I know you still suffer from it.
We’re all guessing.
No one does this life thing “right.”
You took on the role of the mother and the father, and you successfully did both. If you see us go through something, you blame yourself, but that’s not yours to take.
You got us here, and we made it.
I don’t think you ever fully registered that.
We made it.
We don’t have to watch our backs anymore, fear uncertainty, live cautiously. See, now the hardest thing is to LET GO of all of that, and start doing things you enjoy.
The hard part is to get used to this new normal.
Easier said than done, I know.
I’ve never held anything against you, how could I? You’ve sacrificed everything for me, and would continue to do so. My wish is for you to do the same, for yourself.
A mother is everything to a son.
When I was nothing, you didn’t allow me to feel that way.
You set high expectations, which my self-esteem matched, way before my actions did- but it WORKED.
I love you.
We finally have our lives, sure they’re not all figured out. We’re ambitious, we want more, crave more, but there was a time we only DREAMED to be where we are right now.
All of our worries, this is nothing compared to where we’re coming from.
For that, please accept my gratitude to you.
And for everything else, know that I’ll always stand by you.
I love you.
Happy Mothers Day.