She's Somebody's Hero

You were born 53 years ago today.

It's weird to think of you before me. You were a baby, a carefree child, an awkward teenager, and a stressed out college student at some point, I guess. To me, though, you are Mother. It's the only role that makes sense for you to fill.

You are the one I can count on to bring me medicine when I am sick. You are the person I call when I'm crying hysterically for no logical reason. You are the one to come to my defense when someone has hurt me. You are the one who knows me better than I know myself. You are the one who gives and gives and gives until you, too, just need to break down and cry, and then you do it all over again.

You are Mom. 

Thanks for giving me life and for teaching me how to live.