Thankful Thoughts: part 2

Mom, High School was hard for me. I am not sure why, probably a mixture of things. Feeling like I went to a place everyday where no one really knew who I was inside, the most important part of me. Knowing that I had to work really hard to stay on top of school and that it didn't come so easily to me like it did others. Failing Algebra II, even though I worked so hard to understand. Feeling like basketball was the only thing I was ever good at, but yet I gave that up and with it, my identity. Having a desire for people to really know my heart, but being too scared to show them. Having good friends, but never really feeling like I fit in with them, I didn't really ever understand the thinking of teenage girls. And then there were some bad decisions I made, that disappointed you so much. BUT, you loved me through it all. One day from high school I called you, and I was sad. Honestly, I don't even remember why. But I DO REMEMBER that YOU CAME. You picked me up and took me to subway for lunch. Do you remember? I had a lot on my mind and we blew through my lunch time in what seemed like no-time-flat. But you didn't interrupt me to take me back to school. You just let me keep talking, and you listened, and then you gave me advice, we shared stories, and we laughed and we cried together at that table in subway. The workers may have thought we were crazy. But we didn't care. And then when you looked down at your watch, you said....'Wow, it's 2:00. guess I should call the school and tell them that I am just taking you home.' And we laughed some more. I will never forget that day mom, because it meant so much to me. It reminded me that no matter what goes on in the world and in my life, I will always have my family and my mom to count on and to love me. Thank you, mom, for that 3 hour lunch at subway 10 years ago. I love you.