We had 9 months together, just you and me.
It was our time to learn about each other.
You didn’t know then, but I would be your only daughter.
We would develop a relationship like no other.
“You got it right!” Your Mother exclaimed,
On that fateful day I was born.
With three boys at home, a baby girl was a marvel,
A rose among the thorns.
“Do you want to be a mommy like me some day?”
You would ask me as I grew.
“No!” I would shout and run away with my brothers.
But deep in my heart, I always knew.
I knew some day I wanted to be exactly what you are.
A source of love and comfort, in the darkness a guiding light.
A constant pillar of support, the foundation of our home.
A voice of calm and reason, in the midst of any fight.
You have given so much of yourself to us for over half your life.
And even though we are all grown, you continue to give more.
You answer every call, every text, and email.
You tell us not to hesitate to show up at your door.
You were by my side when I had my first baby,
I had never been more vulnerable or raw.
I harnessed a strength that you taught me by example.
You may have thought I didn’t notice, but I always saw.
I always saw how strong you were, even in times when you wanted to break.
I always saw you put your needs aside, so we could get what we needed first.
I always saw you smile, even though you may have needed to cry.
I always saw you love each one of us, so much so that your heart could burst.
I have three babies of my own now,
I am home with them every day.
Just like you were with us for so many years.
Providing the security we needed and the perfect environment to play.
The days can be hectic and long, but they are filled with joy and love.
So, to you, my Mother, thank you for the inspiration to live a life like this.
To be your daughter, it has been a pleasure,
But to be a Mother alongside you, is nothing short of bliss.

BY KATE SPRANDIO ELLS ’10

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