no idea where this came from but there it is

my mom is amazing.

she's my guardian, my balm, my sounding board, my center, my inspiration, my conscience, my savior, my best friend.

it makes me sad that i would (and do) take advantage of her and that i'll never be able to repay her for everything she gives and does for me. and that i seem to be having my teenage rebellion phase in my twenties.

i miss my mom. which is bizarre given she and i argue about something or the other (healthy arguments, mostly) within fifteen minutes of meeting. but really, when i grow up and have children i want to be to them what my mom is to me. i don't think that happens very often and i wonder why i'm so lucky to have that relationship.

so on this, the day after father's day, i am thankful for my mother.

(i guess my dad will have to wait for mother's day for his sappy post)