Thank you for believing in me when nobody else did. For sitting through every parent’s evening, hearing teachers complain about me never listening or doing any work. For buying me way too many books about Henry VIII because that was the only thing I was interested in at school. For taking me to Dusseldorf when my German teacher said I was a natural.
Thank you for teaching me that there’s nothing worse than an orange face, and less is definitely more when it comes to foundation and bronzer. For shopping for days and days for the perfect prom dress, which I only wore for a couple of hours.
Thank you for always being my cheerleader. For paying for piano lessons for over 7 years, which got me to grade 2. For sitting through every ballet show, even when I only featured for 30 seconds as a snowflake in the background.
Thank you for standing by me through all of my bad choices. For biting your lip and telling me that I should do whatever makes me happy. For telling me that you’ll make pillows and knit blankets for my classroom one day, even when you knew that teaching wasn’t the job for me. For helping me pick up the pieces when things didn’t turn out the way I wanted them to. For face-timing me every day when I had a broken heart at uni.
Thank you for encouraging me in following my dream. For reading everything I write and laughing at all of my jokes. For always telling me how proud you are of me.
Thank you for being my mother and my best friend. You do it so well.
Love from your daughter, who is so in awe of you.