“ I hope to be able to be all of these things to my children, and to be the kind of mom that she was and is. I miss my mom when she’s not around, or when I haven’t talked to her in a while. I want her opinion on my life, decisions, and problems, and I know I can tell her absolutely anything and she won’t stop loving me. I love her because she loves me. I don’t think I can separate the two.
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sydvish.tumblr.com: Why/How I Love my Mom…Read the rest of Syd’s post. It’s beautiful. (via katydid)
Mom, I love and miss you. You brought me up to think independently (even if it wasn’t the same as you), and make choices that helped not only myself, but those around me. You’ve made me into the man I am today, and you’re with me wherever I go. Through your toughest of times (breast cancer, loss of job) I’ve been there for you, because I know you’ll always be there for me, no matter how low I go. And today? You’ve supported me when I’ve told you I might change my plans altogether, and supported me in taking a surprise trip to Grand Cayman Island. You’re with me wherever I go, and I’ll carry you in my heart long beyond your years.