Mama,
I’ve been thinking
about you a lot lately. Maybe it’s because I’m a mother now. Or maybe it’s
because it has to do with this Christmas season. Whatever the reason I have a
lot to thank you for. Thank you for your unconditional love. Thank you for
including me in your family traditions as if I were just another one of
your daughters. Thank you for always having an open door and for welcoming my
random, late and long visits. Thank you for trusting me with the garage code
for those times when the door wasn’t open but I was in a mood for a nap on your
couch. I’m sorry for all of my house pranks over the years but thank you for
putting up with that as well. Thanks for all of the late game nights and for
playing even though you knew the game would end with me somehow cheating. Thank
you for never getting mad whenever I used the word “parc”. Thank you for all of
your cooking although I’ll still say your “Mexican” food is really just Americanized
tacos. Thank you for including me in FHE and family prayer. Thank you for
listening and sitting in your car while I rambled on and on about whatever was
on my mind. Thank you for hiding in the supply closet with me because you knew I
was embarrassed from crying over giving a talk in front of people. Thank you
for sharing stories about how important “stepmoms” can be. I might not have
acted like it but I did listen to you. Thank you for the many rides home even
though I was quite capable of walking the one block from your house to mine. I’m
sure you knew I could do that so thank you for caring enough to give me rides
anyway. Thank you for continuing to be a leader and friend even though it’s not
your official church calling and I live in a different county now. And thanks
for being such a great leader way before you even had such a calling. Thank you
for being so kind to me when I was an awkward seven year old girl. Thank you
for not getting flustered during our political debates even though half the
time I was purposely trying to push your buttons. Thank you for being
supportive and there for me on my temple day. Actually thank you for being
there for me on all of my important moments (receiving my medallion, opening up
my mission call, being my temple escort, watching me be set apart as a
missionary, and for when I was sealed to my husband). Thank you for being the
kind of mother I hope to become to my own daughter.
You might not be
my mom through birth, adoption, or marriage but you’re my mom nonetheless; so thank
you.
Love
always,
(Your daughter)
Gina
Ferguson
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