Is that you, Mom?   
She was the first one to feel your tiny movements, when you began to stretch and kick and come to life. Hers was the face you gazed into as she held you in her arms and fed and cuddled you.

Ouch!   
She was the one you ran to when you fell off your bike and scuffed your knee, and who kissed it and bandaged it and made it all better.
   
Whew - there you are!
She was the one who was always there to watch your games and  your recitals; the smiling face you always looked for in the crowd. It was she you always wanted to see when you came home after school, the one who was always so interested in how your day went.  

Yum!
And it was the delicious fragrance of her cooking that gave you that wonderful sense of contentment, that everything was right with the world, and to this day, nobody can cook the way she can.

You really think so Mom?
She was the one who believed in you, encouraged you, and knew without a doubt that you could achieve whatever you put your mind to. She still does.