Jillian Akrey

Jillian Akrey


Thank you. Thank you for your love. Thank you for your sacrifice. Thank you for being my biggest supporter.

During my first year of University,I bandaged my fingers, because my novice fingers couldn't sew buttons the way yours could. Some nights I ate dinner from the vending machine, wishing for a home-cooked meal, and clutching my stomach. I folded my laundry, took out my garbage, and bought my own groceries. I juggled school-work, a part-time job, and mental-well being. Is this the burden of being a mother? Is this what you've experienced for the past twenty years? How could you possibly have taken care of yourself while looking after me?

Part of me feels sorry; sorry that I stressed you out, sorry that I cost you so much time and money. Sorry that I didn't always listen or do what I was asked. But I can only thank you instead of apologizing, because I know you love me, and you'd do it all over again if you had to.

Thank you for holding my hand, brushing my hair, bathing me, driving me to school, buying me the things I wanted; thank you for putting me first.

You have set the ultimate example of a good mother.
Every time I look at you, I see a feminist, a hard-worker, a multi-tasker, a fighter, and a friend. One of the reasons I cherish you so much, is because you chose to defy the odds. You grew up in an abusive home, and barely graduated high-school. Yet somehow, you made it to college, graduated, landed an excellent job, and raised two kids all on your own. I cannot think of a greater display of strength.

Thank you for encouraging me. Thank you for complimenting my artwork. Thank you for supporting my dreams. Thank you for helping me get an education. Thank you for giving me advice whenever I need it.

I promise that I will work hard for the rest of my life. If you can survive the life you've had, I can surely thrive. With your love, I can do anything. I will never take you for granted again. I will pay you back and spoil you the way you spoiled me. I will buy you the things you want. I will bathe you and brush your hair when you grow old and fragile. I will fold your laundry and drive you places. I'll feed you and make sure you do not go hungry. I will do all the things you did for me, but I will still never be able to repay the love you've shown me.

Thank you for everything.
Thank you for being my mom.

Love, Jill.