Dear, Mom

Dear Mom,

Thank you for being such a crucial part of my world. For molding me into an independent individual. (And yet I rely on you for so many things). 

Thank you for making me believe there is good in this world. 

With every mistake I make, thank you for not giving up on me. Pointing out the flaws, even if it is irritating.

Thank you for growing me. Giving me your wonderful genes. And being such a bundle of joy.

You've set a high bar for me, and I don't want to bring it down, instead push it higher and stand on top of it. 
I've always hated you praising other children and not me. But, thank you for not putting me not pedestal, making me think I'm perfect. It would've only brought me down. 

You've always slept after I have, fed me before yourself, cleaning after my mess, bringing me my things even when they're two feet away. Cracking the most silliest of jokes when I'm down.

Ours may not be the ideal mother-daughter relationship, and I will always envy the people I know who have one, but we have something, and that's our something.

I may want to live alone, but please know I still want to be under your shadow.

I realize know how I've never expressed my feelings for you, and jokingly said I hate you (I don't mean it). But it's funny, I've always felt I don't need to, because you know. 

But you also may need to hear it. 

I love you. 

Thank you for putting up with me, how much ever crazy I am. 

Bonne fête des mères! (Happy Mother's Day)

Love, Nuts.