… the first person to know I existed
… the first person to feel me move
… the first person to hear my heartbeat
… the first person to protect me
… the first person to love me
She walked me to school on my first day and helped me learn how to read and write. She taught me how to love God and be humble. She picked me up every time I fell. She held my hand when I was scared and rocked me when I was sick. She kissed me goodnight every night and told me she loved me more times than I could count. She teared up with joy and pride over every accomplishment I ever made: from my first smile to my wedding day and beyond.
She taught me how to love.
She watched me while I slept; making sure I was still breathing while praying that I had a safe and peaceful sleep. She spent countless nights staying up all night with me when I wasn’t feeling well.
She cried when I cried.
She hurt when I hurt.
She laughed when I laughed.
She cried when I left home to begin my own journey and she loved me even when she felt I had forgotten about her. She even took me back in when I had nowhere else to go.
She spent every waking moment from the time she knew about me until the time she left this earth: worrying about my every move, my every breath, my every love, my every heartache, and my every decision. She prayed for me every night and dreamed of me being safe and happy.
She was the one God made just for me. The one who loved me unconditionally. The one who would have gladly laid down her life for mine at any moment. The one who taught me how to be strong and never give up on my dreams. The one who instilled in me the values of all things good and holy. The one who taught me how to be a fair, loving, and patient Mom.
No one can fill the emptiness she has left behind, take her place, or make my heart whole again. There will forever be a void in my life. Although the pain may be unbearable at times, I know that she still lives on through me. Her children were her pride and joy. The reason she fought so hard for so long. The reason she got up every morning. Our health and happiness were the most important things in her life. Living for her is how I honor her now for I know that nothing would make her happier.
She was, and always will be, Mom.
In loving memory of my beautiful Mother, Donna Lawton. I love and miss you so much! You are always in my heart. ~ Brooke