When you are little, she reads to you goodnight moon before bed. She picks you up from school and listens to your stories from the playground. She volunteers to be lunch mom. Homework is a priority followed by a family dinner every night. She cheers from the sidelines of the field hockey field, even when you sit on the bench. As you grow up, she celebrates both the milestones and the details. She listens to your stories from the office. She volunteers to drive in to the city when you need a hug at lunch. She is with you when you make roast chicken in your apartment, remembering how she taught you to make everything you know. She cheers you on from near and far with an email, a thought, a phone call. She believes in you when you are to tired to believe in yourself. She gives you a pep talk when you lose purpose. She is the voice in your head that reasons with your own voice to come up with a solution when you need guidance. She bears your burdens, beams your triumphs and carries your heart in hers wherever she goes.
For the bond we share, the memories we hold and the love we cherish, mums you are part of me.
I love you.
