A mother's love is a truly powerful force, and I am grateful for the way it has shaped me into the person I am today.
They say that a mother's love for her child has no bounds, and they're right. Not everyone realizes it immediately, but we wouldn't be the people we are today if it hadn't been for our mothers raising us, disciplining us, supporting us, nurturing us, and loving us wholeheartedly.
I admit I was an ungrateful wretch of a child, and I gave my mother more grief than I did joy. I failed to appreciate the effort she made to give me the comforts I enjoyed, and I constantly complained about the love she expressed for me. It's taken me years to understand what a fool I was for failing to appreciate the amazing blessing I had, and that's why I want to make up for all the times I was ungrateful and tell you, Mom, just how much you mean to me.
You have no idea just how much I look up to you and admire you, the way you've managed to tide through some of the hardest situations in life. You never let me see your moments of despair and the times you felt helpless. You stayed strong for me through it all and ensured that I never knew the difficulties you faced. I always received the best of your love and you stretched yourself to the limits of your generosity to raise me, and for this and more, I am forever grateful to you.
You hid your tears from me because you wanted me to be happy, and you dealt with some of the most painful moments of your life alone. You smiled at me and found joy in your heart to share with me even when it felt like life was crowding out your happiness with troubles. I don't even know a tenth of what you went through because you never allowed your worries and fears to stop you from loving me. You taught me what it truly means to be there for the ones you love by putting me and my needs first every single time.
When I rebelled against you and hurt you with my cruel, adolescent insensitivity, you bore the pain with grace and welcomed me back with open arms every time. You worked hard to teach me to be kind and respectful, but even when I let you down with my foolish antics and my rebellious ways, you were patient with me and reminded me of the values you worked so hard to instill in me. It took me some time, but now I finally appreciate you for drawing boundaries for me. They protected me, and without them, I'd have so many regrets today.
Not only did you teach me how to love, but also how to tackle life's problems. You prepared me for the responsibilities I'd have to take on when I grew up, and you had the most insightful words of wisdom for me every time I felt lost or stuck, or wanted to give up. I saw the way you worked tirelessly, pushing forward and refusing to give up even when it felt like the world was crashing in on you. It taught me to persevere despite everything I was going through.
You were my biggest fan and you taught me to believe in myself no matter how talented or untalented I was at something. You didn't care how wonky my drawings were, how painful my attempts at singing, or even how stupid my business ideas \. You were there for me through it all, encouraging me and supporting me, making me feel like I was the most special person in the world. You picked me up when I failed. You gave me hope, and made me realize that this wasn't the end by any means.
Most of all, you were my shoulder to cry on when I desperately needed to shed tears. You were my safety net, my comfort zone, the one person I could always call home no matter what dark path life took me on. You loved me even when I messed up, when I flunked a class, when I dented the car, when I was a mess after my break up. You were there to listen to me, to hold me as I cried, and to tell me that everything was going to be all right. I don't need to wait for Women's Day to appreciate you. But given that I haven't done that enough, let me make use of this occasion to appreciate you, mom. Every day brings new things to be grateful to you for. You mean the world to me, I love you, and I'm glad you raised me.