Sometimes I wish my mom could come to college with me. Not so she could make amazing food for me or clean my apartment, although I am sure she would do both those things without ever once receiving enough thanks. But so she could give me a hug every day before school. So I could look up into the crowd during an intramural game and see her there in the stands cheering me on. So that on those really hard days she would be there waiting and on those really great days she would be wanting to celebrate.
The amazing thing is this, that even miles away she still manages to be a force for good in my life. Not a day goes by where I don't think of my mother. I wonder what amazing adventure she is setting out on that day. I wonder what she would do in a certain situation or I find myself bragging about her enduring qualities to an unsuspecting new friend. That poor fool has no idea what they've gotten themselves into when they ask about my family.
I love my mom. At the end of a phone conversation once I told my mom that I loved her most and she stopped and she said something a long the lines of, "Sarah, there is no way you love me most." And we both paused. She was very serious about this. And I remember being stunned because I knew she was right. My mother shows me and the rest of my family her love for us every day and it is incredible. I hope some day I can love as she does but for now I am appreciative of her example and role in my life.
So Mom, thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I love you and always will. To the moon and the stars and the ocean and back, I love you.
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