This past year has been beyond difficult for you. It ripped me apart to tell you the news that I knew would break your heart. But I had to. I love your for not “shooting the messenger”. Telling you was truly one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I am thankful that I found out though and could protect you from a future with someone who did not deserve you.
I was so scared for you at first. I didn’t know what would happen between us, what would happen to you. Would you become bitter and mean and spiteful? Would you become depressed and sorrowful? Would you turn a blind eye? Would you wither away into a woman I didn’t recognize? I was afraid. Afraid of losing you.
I should have known better. You’re stronger than anyone I know. Where do you think I get it from?
You were heartbroken and sad but you willed yourself through. You came to your decisions on your own timetable when you were ready, not when we told you to be ready. You sought out help to make sure you made it through intact and stronger than before. You did it.
Now? You’re happy. You’re never alone because you have me. You have Matt. You have the kids. You have us all. Completely. You are finally back to your “old self”, the one I didn’t realize had gone missing a while ago. Your smile is fuller, your eyes are brighter, your laugh is heartier. Which makes me joyful.
Now that I have children, I know how much you love me. But do you know how much I love you? I don’t think so. I hope I tell you enough and show you enough how very important you are to me and how much I love you. I’ve never known what I’d do without you.
Happy Birthday, Mom. Here’s to being old, old ladies together. I love you.