Dear Mom,
I just thought I'd write to you and tell you what your influence has meant to me over the twenty years I've been alive. We could start with the fact that you decided to homeschool me (and the rest of your kids), which has been a source of my passion for learning, my academic achievements, and my desire to succeed in high school and now college. Or we could begin with your commitment to supporting me in all my endeavors; from coming to my softball games, to seeing my art shows, to flying to Washington with me as I competed for a scholarship, you've always been right there, encouraging me. I could talk about your teaching me practical skills like baking and sewing that I'm constantly using these days to patch my jeans, repair my sheets, and make my own dinners. Or I could mention that you encouraged me to follow a healthy lifestyle by holding me to higher standards, and teaching me to enjoy the outdoors. Perhaps I should start with your fantastic teaching abilities and patience, or maybe I'd better begin with your smile and how I love to hear you tell stories of when you were young. Oh! Maybe I could start with you reading Anne of Green Gables to Mary and I, and how I still love to hear you read. There are so many starting points, so many amazing things you've done for me. But I think I should start on a Sunday when I was six or seven.
I don't remember a whole lot about this particular Sunday. I'm only thinking it was a Sunday because I was in Sunday school. I remember you were teaching my Sunday school class and you gave some kind of invitation. I think I raised my hand and said I wanted to do that. You told me we should talk later, and we did. We were having some kind of family dinner that night with our relatives, but you and I sat in the car before going in and you talked with me about this important decision I wanted to make. Eventually you and I prayed together and I had the most inexpressible feeling of joy, because I'd just prayed for Jesus to be a part of my life.
The joy that I felt in that moment is something I search for every day. It's something I strive for. Even though my faith has been put through quite a battle, that joy is something I still cling to.
Mom, you brought me to that realization that I needed Jesus, and always, always you've spoken Truth into my life (even when I didn't want to hear it). You are the kind of mom I can boast about. You taught me how to bake cookies, pies, and how to make fudge. You showed me our secret recipes for Swedish meatballs. You make me guidebooks if I'm taking a roadtrip. You send me home with molasses cookies and fudge to share with my friends at college; you send me care packages. You have the most amazing hospitality and skill as a hostess, that I hope to aspire to. You've always welcomed my friends into your home, fed them, given them a place to spend the night. Just the other day you made homemade tomato soup just because Kole and Chase were coming over. You throw a great party, and make sure everyone has a good time.
I hope you know you're something of a legend. Your homeschooling, your cooking, your dedication, your humor, your love. You're a mom to everyone, but I'm lucky enough to be able to say you're my mom. It's something I truly appreciate every day.
I love you, Mom.
-Katy
