There I was. All 9 pounds 3 oz of me (I'm sorry). You basically gave birth to a pretty standard-sized Thanksgiving turkey, both in looks and in body mass.
David Greenberg- First of his name, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, Lord of the seven kingdoms, and Protector of the realm (for all my GOT fans out there).
My birthday - The day you first became "Mom"
From this day forward you've shown me unconditional love, care, and support. You truly are the best at what you do, despite waking me up from my nap the other day.
Over the years you've been there when nobody else was, always supporting me in whatever activity or passion I desired to pursue. From battling the elements going to my baseball games just to sit and watch me warm the pitchers up in the bullpen, to single-handedly packing all my stuff for college because, well, let's be honest, it just wasn't going to get done any other way, there's never any hoop you wouldn't jump through for me.
From the constant texts and phone calls, checking up on my grades, and reminding me to actually open my emails, you truly know how to annoy the crap out of me... But I wouldn't be where I am without your plentiful reminders.
Now that I think about it I can't imagine anything I've done over the last 22 years that's annoyed you so call it even??
You've taught me the meaning of hard work. In everything I do, I model it after you. From getting up early to make our lunches before school, dropping me and my friends off at morning workouts, then a few hours later driving back to school to drop off my lunch that you so kindly packed and I so oftentimes forgot at home, you always made sure we were taken care of.
You are the best mom the girls and I could have asked for. Through your hard work, you've shown me the right way to conduct myself, always treating others with respect, and putting others' needs above my own.
Yes, I know I wasn't the easiest child to raise, I was basically the equivalent of a sugared-up 12-year-old sports junkie with that same-aged maturity until about 22 ... and counting.
As I graduated high school our bond only continued to grow, and we began to find more things in common with each other. For example, I was excited to leave for college and you couldn't wait to get me out of the house it really was a solid connection we had been building upon for years.
I'll never forget the day you and Dad drove me up to college. We (you) unpacked all the things that I (you again) packed for me, and then off you both went. Not before giving me a hug and wishing me good luck, letting out a sigh of relief and muffling an, "Oh thank god" to Dad as you shut the car door leaving nothing but me and the tire tracks in the rearview mirror.
I'm glad I get to be home to celebrate with you today, despite your feelings on the subject matter. You deserve the most special day, and a day to kick your feet up and let us pamper you the way you do for everyone.
I can not thank you enough for everything you do for all of us. Happy Mothers Day.
Your smart-a** son