I know, beyond the shadow of a doubt that I put both of my parents though similarly terrifying experiences through the years. But I never really thought about how it affected them. Though my dad did some of my care, my mom was my primary care giver, especially when it came to diabetes.
Thank you Mom. I can’t tell you in any amount of words or blog posts how much you mean to me and how much I love you. But here are some of the things that I need to thank you for.
Thank you for the sleepless nights.
Thank you for the times you worried.
Thank you for the countless prayers you’ve prayed for me.
Thank you for letting me be a kid.
Thank you for the doctor visits and the subsequent buying of a troll to add to my hideously large collection.
Thank you for always reminding me, “You’d better take care of your diabetes or it will take care of you.” :)
Thank you for always loving me, even when I was impossible.
Thank you for each and every time you put what I wanted before anything that you wanted.
Thank you. I love you.