I want my mom to know how much I love her. I have learned to understand her struggles as a mother with a heart that wanted to save the world. A mother who fought Hell just so her children knew love. A mother who got no sleep, who worked countless hours, who fought thru tears and pain to smile so her children felt safe to smile too. Who taught us to dance in the rain, to make tiaras and bracelets from flowers. I understand more how hard it must have been. To constantly worry about where the next meal was coming from, whether or not we would have a roof over our heads. To always want her children to feel loved and be happy no matter what she was going through, how tired she was, what pain she was in. To be constantly afraid that she wouldn't be good enough as a mother. I want her to know how grateful I am for her love. I thank God everyday for my hippy-dippy Mommy. How brave and strong she is. I admire her, I love her, I am grateful for her.