I was not gifted with great health or an easy journey in life. However, when I was placed in the arms of my mother for the first time, I was immediately gifted with unconditional love. My mom, Pamela, was 26-years-old when I entered this world. Her first-born, my brother, was six-years-old and mom had just lost her mother from PKD six months prior. When I think of my mom, I think of strength, compassion, tenacity and love. All traits she instilled in me.

My mom did not have an easy upbringing. As a child, she and her sister raised themselves for many years. I believe this is where she gets her fierce independence. She loves nature, solitude and animals. I feel her nurturing disposition comes from the fact she was meant to be a mother. I am grateful to be her daughter. We never know how life will unfold and when I was five-years-old, my mom’s role as a mother evolved into a caregiver when I had my first grand mal seizure. That health issue was followed by my scoliosis back surgery, PKD, countless surgeries, months and months in the hospital, dialysis, kidney transplant and many other health hurdles in between. She never left my side and her unwavering love and support remained steadfast.

Mom and I have always shared a special bond. I loved it when I was a little girl and she would cut the crust off my bread when I was sick. She helped me with all of my school projects. As I grew older, she was always there to talk to me about anything. She was my best friend and I knew she would do anything for me. I love her humor and when we get the giggles. We never argue. If I would give her a “typical teenage” tone of voice in high school, she would immediately make a joke about it and we would laugh. I could never be mad at her. I loved going shopping with her and being silly in the dressing room while trying on clothes. Whenever we heard other daughters and moms arguing about clothing, we would be reminded and grateful for our relationship. She would do anything for me. My mom continues to be a vital part of my life and makes my days brighter.

Without intention, my health struggles have put so much stress on my parents. They still worry if their phone rings at an odd hour during the day or night. We have endured so much hardship. It is our love that pulled us through and continues to propel us forward. When I wrote my mom’s Mother’s Day card this year, I thanked her for bringing me into this world, for her love and sacrifices. How thankful I am for her health and grateful to be able to share this beautiful life with her. Thank you mom for always letting me know how loved I am, for your strength, your friendship, guidance and endless support. I am proud to be your daughter.

Happy Mother’s Day to all of the wonderful moms out there! What does your mom mean to you?