Growth
The first time I smiled, she smiled back. The first time I spoke, she screamed with excitement. The first time I walked, she laughed as she waited on the other side of the room ready to catch me when my stubby legs gave out. The first day of school, I cried as I let go of her hand. The first good grade, I bragged and she smiled. The first bad grade, I hid and she found me. The first time riding a bike without training wheels, I screamed and she laughed. The first bone I broke, she drove me to Urgent Care. The first day of middle school, she waved from the car. The time my feelings were hurt, she told me not to be upset. The first trip without her, she told me to be brave. The first day of high school, she dropped me off and drove off. The first boy I brought home, she embraced and welcomed. The first time my heart was broken, she held me as I cried. The first college acceptance, she shed a tear and jumped up and down boisterously.
We’ve been through it all, she has always been there for me, supporting me in all I do. She sacrifices everything for my well-being, a wonderful being, my mother. The one I can count on, the one I tell everything, the good, the bad. I cry, she cries, I laugh, she laughs. My mother, my person, forever.