by Audrey Busciglio

Created on: September 15, 2009   Last Updated: July 18, 2010

As I look back on my history and youth, I realized mom you are the foundation of who I am. You were there from before birth , establishing a bond that can never be erased. Motherhood is the full time job you ventured into on my behalf. When I was young you shared with me the story of how we first met. The joy on your face and the sparkle in your eyes revealed the love and concern you always had for me. This puffy, red faced screaming child was your biggest accomplishment as you fondly recalled.

My first steps, first words and first tooth were greeted with joy and encouragement by my biggest fan, you. Thanks for the play dates you always had time for, and the refereeing you needed to take on because my emotions were not always balanced. I am sorry I did not appreciate the fact that you cared enough to help me with my homework, and also went to bat for me when my teacher did not like me. (Or at least I thought she didn't.) You came to my sports events and cheered me on because you believed in me. Even if I did not win you always had a way to make me feel good. I learned to be a good sport and learn that winnnig is not always everything.

You taught me to respect myself, and others, and follow the rules and regulations wherever I was. You also taught me that I need to be accountable for my actions and not pass the blame on to someone else. I am sorry you had to witness the split personality I displayed throughout my teenage years. The name calling, arrogance, and it is coming to me attitude that I thought was cool. I look back and remember you were sad, and hurt at times because you thought you had failed me , but, that was not the case. I did not appreciate all that you did for me, and was too stubborn to understand you cared so much.

Mom, at fifteen I drank wine with my friends at one of their houses. Of course it was not our house because you always knew what was going on there and you would not allow it. Oh yeah I called you up to pick me up. You put me in my bed, and I threw up all night. You made sure I did not choke on my own vomit. I woke up the next morning to my surprise feeling like a wino on a park bench. (Don't want to feel that way again.) Now I know why you did not clean me up. You told me to take a shower and go to work because people were depending on me. Even though my head was throbbing I needed to be responsible. I went to work.

Thanks for taking care of my pets. You loved the dog, and worried when she got sick and old. You knew the inevitable

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