The Parking Lot
Daughter → Mom
Mother's Day · Ballad
Mom, I think about those nights you drove me to dance and just sat out in the parking lot for two hours so I wouldn't have to take the late bus. I was a teenager — I never even thought about it, I just figured that's what you did. I get it now. I know what those hours really were. You never once made it feel like a lot, and it was a lot. I don't think I ever really said thank you. So — thank you, Mom. For all of it. I love you.
Daughter → Mom
Mother's Day · Ballad
Mom, I think about those nights you drove me to dance and just sat out in the parking lot for two hours so I wouldn't have to take the late bus. I was a teenager — I never even thought about it, I just figured that's what you did. I get it now. I know what those hours really were. You never once made it feel like a lot, and it was a lot. I don't think I ever really said thank you. So — thank you, Mom. For all of it. I love you.
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Grace is 25 and living a few states away now. What she keeps remembering is how, all through high school, her mom Tracy drove her to dance rehearsal and just waited in the parking lot — two hours at a time — so Grace wouldn't have to take the late bus home. Back then it seemed like nothing. Now Grace knows exactly what those quiet hours cost, and she poured them into a heartfelt ballad for her mom.
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Mom, I think about those nights you drove me to dance and just sat out in the parking lot for two hours so I wouldn't have to take the late bus. I was a teenager — I never even thought about it, I just figured that's what you did. I get it now. I know what those hours really were. You never once made it feel like a lot, and it was a lot. I don't think I ever really said thank you. So — thank you, Mom. For all of it. I love you.
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