Friday, May 13, 2016

To My Mother-In-Law, On Her Birthday.

It's not often that we meet a genuinely compassionate and understanding person. Someone that forgives your shortcomings and accepts you just as you are. We've known each other for nearly twelve years. And yet, since the moment we first met, you've treated me like one of your own. Like I was family.

Over the years, you've done what you could to make me feel comfortable in your home. You've fed me and given me love. You always ask how I'm doing and if I need anything. Most importantly, you've never judged me for the person I am. And trust me... I know I can be difficult. My middle name should have been prickly.

I'm not always the best to reciprocate your affection. Hell, I'm not that great at being warmhearted with anyone. Don't think for a moment that I don't notice what you do, though. Each and every tailored sleeping accommodation, the freshly-cooked meals, the birthday and Christmas presents. The hugs and words of encouragement. I remember them all because they're important to me, just like you are.

There's a lot to admire about you. The dedication to your family. The drive to succeed without help. The lovable stubbornness and selfless attitude. You're someone that doesn't let her boat sink in even the roughest of seas. For you, giving up simply isn't an option.

I've gone through a great deal of emotional turmoil in the decade plus that you've known me. During that time, you were a genuine mother to me. Now that I consider it, I've probably spent more time talking with you than I did my own biological mother. That speaks mounds, if you ask me. I might have come from a different womb, but you are as much of a mother to me as anyone could be. I say if the shoe fits, then wear it.

Thank you for being a constant source of support in my life. On this day, your birthday, there's no gift I can give you that can represent just how thankful I am for knowing you. Much less, for being my mother. With much love...

Happy Birthday Ann!


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