02. I have something to tell you…

Thank you. You have provided the very fibers that weave themselves into my being. Thank you for teaching me compassion and caring. Thank you for loving me when I was impossible to love. Thank you for never giving up on me and giving me the opportunities to make my own mistakes and forge my own path. Thank you for trusting me when I didn’t deserve it and giving me the gift of unconditional love. Thank you for being an amazing example of strength and determination, and ensuring that I never thought I was less than amazing, no matter my gender or race. Thank you for teaching me that women can achieve anything. Thank you for being strong for both of us, for surviving through being alone and raising a hell-spawn child. Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for instilling a love of history and old movie stars. Thank you for my education in Barbara. Thank you for being the amazing person you are. Thank you for 5 pints of blood and hallucinations. Thank you for loving me and teaching me what love is. Thank you for teaching me the joy that exists in giving. Thank you for every late-night, tear-stained phone call, and every word of reassurance and calm. Thank you for running yourself ragged so I could never want for anything. Thank you for not getting a new pair of shoes for three years because my feet were growing and I constantly needed new ones. Thank you for teaching me how to make Mammy’s spaghetti, and collecting her memories into a history of our family that we all have access to. Thank you for road trips to Groesbeck and Tomball so I could be raised with a full enriched family. Thank you for trips to plantations and haunted hotels. Thank you for Wednesdays with Lenny and Mr Big. Thank you for chicken strips from Houston’s and Footloose and new sheets. Thank you for taking me to build a snowman in August and swim in the Pacific in December. Thank you for getting me out of the hell hole that was public school. Thank you for letting me sell Girl Scout Cookies and wrapping paper to the people of Barry Brown, and thank you for letting me raid their art supply closet. Thank you for not forcing me to fly cross country alone and terrified when I was older, and for always being at the gate when I was younger and finally home. Thank you for giving me an incredible relationship with my grandparents. Thank you for all the doctors and tests and doctors and tutors and the tireless fight to ease my struggles. Thank you for my purple phone and my own line. Thank you for having faith in me when I couldn’t have faith in myself. Thank you for being you and for all of the amazing gifts having you as a mother has bestowed on my life.

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