I will re-post this every year until it stops being true… which is never. So get used to it, Internet. My Mama is the bomb. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom, even though I should tell you this every day and not just some random day in May.
Thank You, Mama.
Thank you for letting me wear overalls way after it was fashionable (was it ever fashionable?) to do so.
Thank you for letting me wear my Chuck Taylors to high school graduation and for coming to every single one of my sports games my entire life, every sport, no matter how boring or bad I was (I’m looking at you, Tennis.)
Thank you for not making me get my ears pierced and for getting me an American Girl Doll even though you originally said they were too expensive.
Thank you for letting me climb trees and ride bikes in dresses (because they were my favorite) even though I was going to ruin them.
Thank you for braiding my hair in pig tails even though I would inevitably make you re-do it because of The Bumps.
Thank you for watching Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman with me and for not allowing me to watch Dawson’s Creek because I was too young.
Thank you for always wanting to know where I was and waiting up for me to come home at night and for making my lunch every morning.
Thank you for teaching me how to do cool things like build boats out of cardboard that I could actually ride in and how to play music and that going hiking was more fun than going to the mall.
Mostly, thank you for loving me and allowing me to grow up at my own pace, even if I do occasionally still wear overalls. You knew I’d eventually get my ears pierced and learn to wear heels. Thanks… for letting me be Me. I really hope I’m a lot like You.