Dear Mom,
You showed up when you were exhausted.
You kept going when no one saw what you were carrying.
You made it all look easy, even when it wasn't.
This year, I don't want to give you something that wilts in a week.
I want you to have answers. About your body, your energy, the way you've been feeling.
The kind of attention you've spent a lifetime giving everyone else.
So this year, finally, it's your turn.
I love you. I see you. I've got you.





