Dear mom, I remember you telling me
stories of when I was a baby… you feeling lost and unsure… pinching pennies, the
stress, the fear, and the unknown. To my daughter, now that you’re a mom, I wanted to tell you that it’s the hardest and best thing you’ll ever do. And there may
be times that you feel like you’re failing. But mom, when I look back at my
childhood I don’t remember the times you were sad, didn’t breastfeed, were scared,
frustrated, or confused. My daughter, you may be tempted to think that you’re not
good enough. The truth is, the moments that matter are the ones filled with
love, and the memories you create around them. Mom, you were never failing in my
eyes, you always knew what to do. I remember the hugs and cuddles, the
stories and the songs. I remember you. I remember home.
As you raise a child of your own, it’s time to write your own story. Take time
to fill it with the things you love: the walks, the swings, the words, the moments that mean everything. Mom, thank you for loving me, for
believing in me. You showed me that love is what matters, and at the end of the
day, Love Is Enough.