When I was growing up, I thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world. With your beautiful figure and big bouncy hair, I really thought you looked like a movie star. You out shined all of the other mommies, hands down.
Then I started to grow up, and a funny thing happened. I did not hang on your every word any longer. You said, "No." I said, "Yes." You said, "Stop." I said, "Go." Those years between training bras and pantyhose were a bit rocky for you and me.
Then one day, many years after training bras and pantyhose, I became a Mom. And your "No's" and "Stops" all started to make sense. More than just understanding your perspective, I knew who you were for the first time. I began to admire your grace under pressure. All of those years with your flawless make-up and hair, you made motherhood look so easy. But motherhood is not easy. In fact, it's the hardest job I've ever done.
And now, that I feel like the little old woman who lived in a shoe and had so many children she didn't know what to do -- now, Mom, you are my friend. You have been an incredibly hard act to follow. I have attempted to be the kind of mom to my children that you were to me. And I am certain that I have missed the mark. But that's ok. Where I falter, you come right in and save the day, because you're also the "best grammy ever."
I am so proud of you as a mother, as a professional, as a woman, and as a friend.
I love you
Happy Mother's Day