A love letter to my mom — One Moore Thing

Mom and IDear Mom,

Thank you is not enough.

It could never be enough.

But this is the only way to start a love letter written to you.

Thank you.

Thank you for being the most comforting human of all time. Thank you for the bandages, for the cuts you witnessed and the ones unseen that needed the most care of all. Thank you for the decades of dinners and drives and laundry and the juggling and the balancing and for making lemon meringue pie from scratch with a side of unwavering questions from children at your feet.

Thank you for teaching compassion and empathy and for giving my sister and I perms on Saturday nights. You taught us strength, hope and class between curlers and warm brownies. Thank you for teaching my brothers how to be good men. Thank you for all that you sacrificed. Thank you for giving us a simple delicious childhood and for letting us drink water straight from the hose and for letting us play barefoot in the grass deep into the dark night. You were the glue that held a world together and expected nothing in return.

Thank you for building, bending and not breaking. Thank you for teaching us when to speak and when to silence. You didn’t ask to be seen. But we saw you. We saw you. We saw your grace. We saw you on the sidelines. We saw your silent tears at the big life moments. We saw the dirt under your fingernails and the laugh lines around your soft eyes. We saw you hold our own children. We saw you carry those babies like the miracles that they are. We saw in the quiver of your smile the reminder to hold on while we still can because they grow up far too fast.

Thank you for your relentless belief in my joy. Not my success. Not that you don’t want to see that. But you’ve taught me that happiness is the success. Kindness is the superpower. Creativity is the beauty. Reading is the therapy. Intelligence is the radiance. Listening is the art. Family is the love. Thank you for seeing through the veil of my flaws. You see the fire and light in my veins. Always have. Always will. I will never stop trying to make you proud. It is the least that I can do for you, dear being.

You are a saint.

And I am so lucky to have been born to you.

I am so lucky Mom.

Thank you. For everything.



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MooreFam SKatie Yackley Moore is a freelance writer, yoga instructor and a momma of four navigating life and a separation and finding herself in the process. She adores coffee shops, laughing until it hurts and impromptu dance parties. Her work has appeared on Scary Mommy, Mamalode and HuffPost Parents. She has published a journal entitled "Dream a Bigger Dream" and the children's books "You Are a Warrior" and "We are Family" and just finished her first novel. Catch up with her between tea breaks at The Naked Momma and on Facebook.