My mother
I know I'm one of a kind
You know that I'm like no other, really I'm almost as special as they come
But I wouldn't this way if it was for my wonderful mother
I was a mommy's girl from the start,
When I was I nearly broke my neck to make sure I got a look at what I considered a beautiful creature
I then proceeded to cry, hoop, and holler when she was not around,
I had separation anxiety at an early age
She cradled me and held me close
She always told people I was her baby girl, but both children will do the most
As I grew up I never really talked much to her
I was like many other kids who ignored there mothers
Who took them for granted, who only smiled when they wanted something
Finished all of dinner for dessert
Who demanded attention when they wanted it
She used to yell and scream,
She always put me in check
She made sure I knew she was the boss, I was the worker
I was under her management there was no other option.
My mom wears the skirt and the pants in the family, my dad sort of just wears a shirt
I was punished, taught manners, rules, regulation
I wasn't a wild child, I lived in fear yet respect
When I reached the age where daughters become secretive, when suddenly they feel the need to lie
I decided I wanted to go a different route, I wondered if she would listen.
So one day I began to talk and now it seems I never stop
I talk for hours about anything and everything, spilling emotions, secrets and everything else like an overflowing fountain of truth
She knows where I am and who I'm with, I feel comfortable enough to tell her who I kissed
It's silly because she's first to k now the new boy I met, the new dress I tried
My mother sits and listens, does her best to understand, gives me her advice and never sits to judge
Just the other day I was sitting among a group of girl friends,
They all complained about there mother's who wouldn't understand, who wouldn't approve, whose precious image they would ruin if they knew
I simply just asked, "Have you ever tried it before? Sometimes that's all it takes"
They looked at me in disgust almost like I had spoken the forbidden
So I put bites my in my tongue and just shook my head as I listened
While they continued they're ranting I sat in absolute thanks,
I'm thankful my mother is someone I love now and feel free to talk to.
My mother I realized isn't just that, she isn't just my provider and manager
She's my best friend, my ear, my shoulder to cry on when I'm weak
She's everything I can rely on and everything I aspire to be.
I love her because I choose to not because I'm supposed to.
Ya see I'm something different, something unique and so unseen,
I'm a strange sort of character in everything.
I came this way not just because I go against the norm, not just because I make my own rules, and set my own laws,
But because my mother is my best friend, my biggest supporter and my number one fan.
Without her I wouldn't be me, without her I wouldn't have that special spark that makes me so much different than everyone else.
So for that and so much more, for that and opening every door, I thank her, because this,
All that I do, all that I become I do for her.
When I'm done with it all, the fame and glory starts to fall, I know that it'll all be ok.
I still have something great to aspire to be.
I want kids to love and be there for just like my mother.
So take this time if you will and think of your mother.
Thank her for all she's ever done and let her know you love her.
Because this, is my thank you, to my mother.