Mom

What can I saw about her?

She challenges me, stretches me, nudges me gently toward adulthood while always treating me like a smart and capable child.

She makes me feel like I'm enough.
She sees me and she isn't disappointed.

Mom,

Wow, you're 60. It feels like I've been spending time with you forever; I think that's what safety feels like. That's what you are to me: safe. Until you know danger, you can't properly value safety and I am so grateful that God allowed us to find each other. You are the best thing that happened to me at Howard. Though it may not seem like it, it means a great deal to me to call you mom. To know you are proud of the totality of who I am is a comfort I didn't know I needed, until you offered it to me without reservation. You make my heart smile.
I am so grateful for who you are in my life and for the time you've poured into me. You decided to love me well before I was able to accept it, but I'm glad you kept after me. Thanks for being my mom.

Happy Birthday!

Love,

Philise