I love my mom.

You know how they say, a child brings light into a family?

Not in my house.

My mom is the light of our family, she is happiness during a time of grief, excitement during a time of boredom.  Sometimes I wake up and get excited to just go into the kitchen, watch my mom, and talk.  We can talk for hours, and I will never get bored.  My mom is 50, but she acts like she is my age.  She is bubbly, energetic, and filled with spirit.  It’s funny, because sometimes she can REALLY yell at me, but I let it slip.  If it were from any other person however, I would be hurt for weeks.  But I can’t take my mom’s yells seriously.  I do sometimes, but I get amused most of the time.  One moment we may be upset with each other, but half an hour later, either she or I will apologize, and we will return to normal.  My mom is so young at heart that she has her own facebook profile and cell-phone texts me when I am at school.  One time we had an argument before I left to come to school, and while walking to class she texted me and said sorry.  I was like, SubhanAllah.  I am so blessed to have a mom like the one I do.

I can tell my mom ANYTHING.

She is my sister, my best friend, my confidante, my advisor, and my support base.

It’s funny, because people say that women depend on men for moral support and advice, but in my house, my mom is the source of all comfort.  Everyone depends on her.  I have only seen my mom cry once or twice in my life.  My dad, however, is pretty emotional.  My dad even asks her for permission if he should go to the masjid or to the store!  He does this almost every day!  And this is not because my mom is domineering; this is because my mom is so supportive and nurturing.  Getting her blessing is like, receiving a bouquet of love and appreciation.

Whenever my mom is out of the house for too long, my dad will call her to find out what’s happening.  Yes, he does this for me too, but I think he does it more for my mom.  My dad is retired, thus he gets bored often.  He calls my mom like 2-5 times a day because he is bored.  He doesn’t call me.  He doesn’t call my brother.  He calls my mom.  My mom is the bomb.  You may think that this post is corny, but you have no idea how much love I have for her.  In fact, I am starting to tear at this very moment.  If my mom were to pass away, my house would fall apart within months.  She is the heart of our home.  After God and his Last Prophet (pbuh), I love my mom next.

I know my mom comes to my site once in a while, lol, I can’t imagine how awkward it will be for her to read this.

But mommy, I really love you.
I look forward to seeing you every day.
I appreciate what you do for us, even though I often tell you that you do too much!

You have such a jovial, funny personality.  Sometimes I feel like the serious, boring mom while you are the exciting child.  Lol.

May Allah increase our love and friendship to one another.  May both He and you forgive me for the endless amount of wrongs I have committed against you.  You (mom) embody selflessness, and all I do is take advantage of it.  May God enable me to show more gratitude and appreciation.  May He unite us in Heaven and increase us both in our devotion to Him. Ameen.

Love,

Your daughter