You’ve carried me through 31 years of life. You’ve run, walked, limped and crawled along taking me from one place to the next. You’ve helped me stand tall in my proudest moments and you’ve shrunken down in some of my more embarrassing ventures. You’ve taken a lot of abuse over the years: The “let’s stay up all night eating junk food” sleepovers, the hours of studying with only pots of coffee for fuel, the cigarettes, the many, many,many…many beers.
You’ve proven that you’re never too old to learn something new, never to tired to push just a little harder and never to weak to give up when the going gets tough. You’ve survived breaks, tears, surgeries and extremely poor judgement in style (sorry about the legwarmers and perms, I was young and foolish)
You’ve grown a baby, nursed that baby, cuddled that baby and now chase after that little toddler. One day, you’ll discipline that little boy, but not yet. You’re not ready
Most of all, you’re forgiving. You’ve never held it against me when I’ve abused you, beaten you, ignored you and neglected you. You’ve slowed down a bit but you always come back stronger than before. You’re resiliance allows me to do the things I love doing.
Thank you for putting up with me today. I promise to do better tomorrow.