This letter goes out to all the "moms" in my life. Yes, Theresa Green gave birth to me, and she will forever be my one and only "Mommy" But each of you have touched my lives in watching you raise your children and the effects you have had on my life. A hallmark card couldn't express my sentiments the right way. So I took the time to sit down and write out my feelings for each of you. Tomorrow is never promised and it's a shame that we wait until once a year to show our Moms that we love them. Some people don't have the priviledge of celebrating this day with their moms, so I am taking a moment to say thank you, I appreciate you as a Mom, an Aunt, a friend, a sister, a cousin, a woman....
It doesn't take giving birth for you to be a mom.
It's being there when your baby is sick with the flu.
It's saying "No", even though its breaking your heart.
It's spending your last dime to make sure your daughter enjoys her Prom & Cotillion.
It's almost going to jail for jumping on your son's girlfriend.
It's sneaking your baby ice cream after Daddy told her "NO."
It's praying for them in the hospital when the doctors have given up.
It's threatening your kids to go to church before you "knock them into next week"
It's sheilding your kids from all hurt, harm and danger.
It's cleaning up poop, pee, throw up, messy rooms, broken crayons, fussing and laughing at the same time.
It's spending hundreds of dollars on transformers, playstations, bakugans and superhero capes, just to find them tossed to the side the next week.
It's letting her color her hair orange and fall out so she'll learn, then take her to buy a fierce wig.
It's making them re-do their homework when it's sloppy.
It's complaining about his wife but still letting her help cook Thanksgiving dinner.
It's laying in bed with your grown child as they go through a divorce.
It's recognizing that she has your dad's smile or he has your mom's attitude.
It's wrestling with your son, because his Dad isn't there.
It's supporting his wild rap career even though you dont understand a word he's saying.
It's sharing stories of how your grandma would taught you how to knit.
It's driving from NJ to NY to see your dying father every weekend but making sure your kids went to school everyday.
It's taking him fishing, even though you're afraid of worms.
It's volunteering your kids, without asking them first.
It's teaching your daughter how to love herself.
It's teaching your son how to treat women.
It's allowing your 3 yr old to do her own hair for school.
It's being utterly embarrased but never being ashamed of them.
It's loving your kids unconditionally, even when they steal and crash your car.
It's being in the delivery room when your grandchild was born.
It's crying with your granddaughter when her boyfriend leaves.
It's losing your voice at your grandson's baseball game because you're his favorite cheerleader.
It's taking your niece on a shopping trip when her Mother can't go.
It's sending your nephew a care package in college when the food is disgusting.
It's raising your siblings cause your parents weren't there.
It's getting a call from school telling you your baby is on the dean's list.
It's bailing them out of jail when you should've left them there.
It's watching Princess and the Frog 30 times a week, then actually singing the songs.
It's paying for cleats and uniforms when you the lights are scheduled to be shut off.
It's swallowing your pride and letting your daughter tell you how she feels.
It's getting a second or third job to put your baby through school.
It's being there when the BFF's and homies aren't around.
It's beating them until your tired.
It's hugging them until they can't breathe.
It's loving.
Thank you for all that you have done. Thank you for all that you will do.
Just wanted to let you know that your work was not unnoticed.
If no one else tells you, you are appreciated!
Happy Mother's Day!!
Love,
Chan, Jonathan & Justice
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