To My Momma on Her Birthday

Dear Momma,

You are endlessly stylish. Beautiful. Chic. You are singularly the classiest woman I know.

Growing up, you ingrained in me that doing my best is what really counts. I may not be the most athletic or the most smart, but if I put all my effort in and if and I’m personally satisfied with my performance…well, that’s all that really matters. As long as I give it all, as long as I do the most I can, that’s the most important.

Dear Momma

You instilled in me a love for words. Before I could even talk, you read to me. I remember those hard back picture books, me pointing excitedly to a fluffy bunny, me imitating animal noises. Some of my favorite memories include you reading the Boxcar Children, Roald Dahl, Beverly Cleary, to me before bed (I will always identify with Beezus).

When we weren’t reading, we listened to books on cassette tape on the way to school. I will forever argue that Stockard Channing is the best audiobook narrator, ever. I’ll never forget when we got into that accident on the way to Greenhill, when we were listening to The Witches and the narrative lurched in this awful, scary way at the impact, which was all too fitting for the subject of the book. It made the collision that much more upsetting. (Thankfully everyone was just fine!)

Dear Momma

But my most cherished memory, to this day, is you perched on the side of my bed, quietly singing “Tender Shepard” and “Edelweiss” to me as a child every night before I went to sleep. It was such a soothing and reassuring routine. 

You never pressured me. You were, and continue to be, my greatest supporter, no matter what the situation. You are my endless advocate, Momma.

To this day, when I’m upset, I think in the back of my head, “I want my mommy.”

Dear Momma

There’s no one as comforting as you. I can’t thank you enough for that day, barely six months ago, when we spent the morning at a family friend’s house and you listened to me cry and fret and worry about my future. Your wise and measured words calmed me more than anything else ever could have at that moment.

You taught me never to give up on people (for better or worse). You have the biggest heart of anyone I know.

Above all, you showed me how to love, which is the single most important lesson there is in life.

You always remind me that family is the most essential thing we have; you treasure your family above all else. I hope you know I treasure you in kind.

Dear Momma

When I have kids (God willing), I hope you’ll be a big part of their lives. You will be the best grandmother; you’ll be their Nama, I have no doubt of that in my mind.

I am, unquestionably, who I am today because of you. There aren’t enough words to thank you.

Happy happy birthday to my best friend and greatest role model.

I love you, Momma.



Posted: Tuesday, July 22nd, 2014 @ 10:32 pm
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  • Abby

    We listened to those Beverly Cleary books on repeat when we were little, too! I can still hear Stockard Channing talking about their car driving home safely at night to Klickitat Street. I completely agree with you. (We also loved Judy Blume’s Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing, read by the author.)

    Beautiful post.

  • Paige

    Yes! Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing read by Judy Blume is also wonderful. I’m going to have to find these on audiobook and re-listen! Thank you for the kind words :)