You had worked so hard. I knew it. That’s why, when we found our seats, I was filled with excitement. The Joyce Center was used to big moments and exciting finishes, but it hadn’t seen anything like this. As people walked across the stage, I couldn’t wait.
And then I saw you.
You walked with such grace and dignity in your cap and gown. You received your diploma. I wondered if people were supposed to call you Master now that you had your master’s degree.
I figured I’d stick with Mom.
I was so proud of you. I still am. When I saw you after the ceremony, you had a big, bright smile on your face. You had worked so hard.
I remember your love for things that grow. Because of you I know what a hosta is and I know how to pick fresh green beans. I remember many trips together to pick out just the right flowers for the garden. Those are memories I cherish.
Thank you for teaching me the joy of hard work. How it takes getting some dirt on your knees to plant a beautiful garden. How you wouldn’t let Statistics class defeat you, you just worked harder than everyone else.
Because when you look at the beautiful garden or the diploma in your hands, you realize it’s worth it.
Thank you for teaching me to achieve. To do my best and reach for new heights. When I was ready to walk across a stage of my own, I had already seen it done by a master.
There’s so much more I could say. I could thank you for changing my diapers. For playing with me. Cooking for me. Taking me to practice and watching my games. For putting up with my “strong-willed” attitude.
But it would be impossible to thank you for everything. You gave birth to me! I have you to thank for everything.
I think that there is no higher calling on this earth than that of a mother. You have lived it out every day of my life. I wouldn’t be here without you. I owe everything to you. I love you so much.
I hope you feel that on this day, and every day. I’m so proud of you, and I’m so thankful for you.
I love you, Mom. Happy Mother’s Day.