“The debt between a child and her mother could never be repaid, like running a foot race against someone fifteen miles ahead of you. What hope did you have of catching up? It didn’t matter how many Mother’s Day cards you drew, how many cliches and vows of devotions you put inside them.
You could tell her she was your favorite parent, wink like you were co-conspirators, fill her in on every trivial detail of your life. None of it was enough. It had taken me years to figure this out: you would never love your mother as much as she loved you. She had formed memories of you since you were a poppy seed in her belly.
You didn’t begin making your own memories until three, four, five years old? She’d had a running start. She had known you before you even existed. How could we compete with that? We couldn’t. We accepted that our mothers held their love over us, let them parade it around like a flashy trinket, because their love was superior to ours.”― Stephanie Wrobel
“Mom, you were my first friend and after all this years you still have been my true loyal friend. I love you now and forever. Happy Mother’s Day.”
“Mom, you are the only one. Sees all, says little. Sacrifices all, complain a little. Gives all, expects little. Blessed to have a mom like you. I love you.”
“My mother is a woman like no other. she gave me life, nurtured me, taught me, dressed me, fought for me, held me, shouted at me, kissed me, but most importantly she loved me unconditionally. There are not enough words to describe just how importantly she loved me unconditionally. There are not enough words to describe just how important my mother is to me and what a powerful influence she continues to be… Mother, I Love You.”
“I’ll love you forever; I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living your baby, I’ll be. Love you mom.”
“Dear Mom. You can be my friend, sister, teacher, and counselor. But none of them can be you.”