She is.

Listen here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsNbhwSXDB8&ob=av2e Mama-Spice Girls

Every time I've needed help to jump, she's been there to offer me words of encouragement. When I've fallen, she's offered a shoulder to cry on and pushed me to try again. When I've flown, she's been there to offer up praise. She's had my back when no one else has, supported me when no one else did, and loved me like no one else could.

She has always been honest, but has sugar-coated things when necessary. She's done her best to prepare me for whatever happened to come my way. She didn't say there'd be no pain-instead she made me strong. She didn't say I'd have a voice-instead she gave me song. She didn't promise safety-instead she made sure that I hid. She didn't say she'd catch me-she taught me to fly instead. She was there to hold me when I was 11 and kids were mean. There to defend me when I made mistakes at 15. She didn't give up on me, even when I'd let her down. And she accepted me for who I was without having to "come around."

She has always made sure that I knew that I was loved and has always given me the strength and that extra shove if I've needed it. She is my support system. I love spending time with her and talking to her. She is my best friend at the end of every day. She is funny. She is selfless. She is kind and compassionate, brave and strong, creative and intelligent. She is wonderful. She is mine. She is Mom.

I love her.