Three-hundred and sixty-five days a year, you are my parent. You sweat, toil, and work for me every moment. Alone and doing the job of two, in spite of incredible adversity, you are both my mother and my father.
You’ve wiped my tears, patched up my scrapes, read to me, helped me with homework, and have always freely given hugs, love, support and advice. Feeding my body and nourishing my soul, you’ve been the pillar upon which I leaned, embraced, and pushed against while I struggled to understand myself and the boundaries of the world around me.
You have the strength of a thousand Samurai warriors protecting me from the harsher elements of life, no matter the sacrifice to your own. Demonstrating by example, you have shown me how to stand up for what I know to be right, and how to establish my place in mankind.
I am honored to have been raised by you, Mom. Thank you for showing me how much a person can truly love a child. You are my mentor, my inspiration, my hero, my roots – and I aspire to one day be a parent as phenomenal as you continue to be to me.
Happy Father’s Day, Mom!