by J. Paxton

Created on: November 19, 2008

Hey Mom.

I think we've made it out of the rough patch, don't you? We got through the "terrible twos", the awkward middle school days, the angst-ridden teenage years. I know I gave you a few scares through college (sorry again for those times I called at 3 AM in tears) and you questioned my judgement more than once (yes, you were right-his family WAS crazy), but you still let me do my own thing, whether that be backing packing in the mountains or jetting off to Italy. And for that, I can never thank you enough.

You grew up with all of the odds against you (not to mention the perfect makings for a Lifetime movie). Your dad was killed when you were just a child, you grew up in poverty, you experienced abuse and hatred from your stepfather. You quite literally put your life on your line for your family when you were only half my age. And yet you rose above it all, not complaining a bit, and created your own, successful life, in spite of everything and everyone who tried to hold you down. I hope that I reflect even a bit of the strength that lies within you.

Growing up, Mom, you embarrassed me. I think you knew that. I was just so quiet and you were just so....not. You were full of life and opinions and weren't afraid to hide it. And I'm really glad you didn't. You taught me that it was OK to speak my mind, to question other people, and to laugh often and laugh loudly. It took me a few years to get the message, but I get it now.

I think one of the most defining examples of your character was when I tried coffee for the first time. It was from one of your travel mugs, which was an accessory as essential as your purse. I was absolutely disgusted at its bitterness, and as clear as day, I remember you shrugged and told me, "Real women take their coffee black and their liquor hard". I don't know if I've ever told you this, but to this day, I take my coffee black wherever I go, much to the disgust of whoever my company may be. (And I KNOW I haven't told you this, but the local bar has a straight shot prepared for me before I even ask.)

You've made me a real woman, Mom. And not just in my preference in beverages, but in everything I do in this world. When people tell me that I remind them of you, I blush. And not because I'm embarrassed, Mom. Not anymore.

I love you so much. Thank you Mom.

I can't wait to see what life has in store for us next.

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