Mema...

Mom, Mother, Mema, Mem, Woman Who Bore Me...

I truly don't know where to begin.

Never before have I had an outlet such as this in which to declare my love and appreciation for you. (More so than I do with the thousand calls a day I make to you at work.)

As we grow in our relationship together, I am more and more thankful everyday for your presence in my life.
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You keep things together from so far away.

You effortlessly talk me down from my anxiety attacks from provinces over.

You help me pad my bank account when I am short on rent, (As I have been lately...) even when I know that you can't really afford to do so, what with another bank account leech, and your own financial needs. Or when I'm sure that you're thinking, but never saying: "Jesus, Child, you're almost 27, get your shit together..."

You sound just as happy to hear from me whether it's my first call of the day or my 76th.

You tell me things are going to be okay, even when I think that they're not.

You "Myeaaarrhh" with me, even when I tell you that you've gotta give me more.. "You need to do it this way..."

You make gag noises with me to the point that I'm laughing hysterically and I'm sure that Puppa is wondering what the fuck is wrong with us.

You have most recently said "Redrum" with so much passion that I almost, almost passed you the torch.

You listen to me cry, offer encouraging words, and wait until I've stopped to let me go.

You send me gas money so that I can go visit your baby, even when you've just sent him the equivalent of 198 months' rent.

You feel, I hope, that you can talk to me about "grown-up" things, like we're equals, not just mother and daughter.

You listen to me bitch about my life, boys, and my life with (or without) boys, and offer words of wisdom that only a mother can. (That, or you bitch with me!)

You buy silly things for my friends on eBay, and roll with the joke.

You send me care packages full of things that I should be able to buy for myself, but it's not the same if it's not sent with love.

You put a love letter in every care package, even if it's just a few words. (Usually.)

You tell me you're proud of me, even when I don't feel like I do anything special.

You tell me how beautiful I am, even when I feel hideous. (Because you have to.)

You laugh at the stupid pictures and videos I send to you.

You read everything I write, even the softcore porn.

You read as much as I do.

You have a loving, happy relationship with Puppa, that we are all so thankful for.

You gave me all the recipes I need to make someone happy, or cook for myself. (Which I rarely do lately.)

You play online poker with me almost every night.

You go along with it when I say I'm going to pimp myself out for grocery money, only asking for a small cut of the proceeds.

You hold my hand when I need it the most.

You're my best friend, my secret keeper, my backbone, my mother, my rock.

No words that I could ever write would properly sum up what you mean to me.

On this day, your day, Mother's day, I send all the love I have, hugs from afar, and all the thanks in the world.

Thank you for having me, for loving me, for always being here with me, even when you're not.

I love you.