My Mother’s Day Gift

The fol­low­ing post is not money-related.  It is, how­ever, Mom-related.  And since I’m first and fore­most a Mom (and the recip­i­ent of the gift in ques­tion) and since almost all of my expenses are either directly or indi­rectly for my children’s ben­e­fit, I feel, with just small stretch of the imag­i­na­tion, jus­ti­fied in post­ing this info.

Mother’s Day was a chaotic day that cen­tered around The Husband’s 73rd birth­day — not cel­e­brat­ing my moth­er­hood.  That was just fine with me since I’m not big on these Hall­mark hol­i­days any­way.  Every day is Mother’s Day, as far as I’m con­cerned.  But when the adult chil­dren and their chil­dren left and the dust set­tled just a bit, The Daugh­ter pre­sented me with an enve­lope and wished me a Happy Mother’s Day.

Inside was a $15 iTunes gift card which I was thrilled to receive.  But more impor­tant than even the largest of gift cards, also inside the enve­lope was a hand-written note.  A real keeper.  In fact, I intend to frame this let­ter.  Here’s what it said:

Mom –

You make my lunches.  You tuck me in at night.  You drive me (almost) every­where.  You put up with my moods.  You tell me you love me.  You home­schooled me for 8 years.  You stuck to your val­ues (whether I liked them or not).

You buy me every­thing I need, and almost all of the things I want.  You taught me to be a good per­son and always say “please” and “thank you.”  You showed me how to wash dishes, clean the bath­room, wash my clothes, drive a man­ual [trans­mis­sion], and procrastinate.

You’re my mom.

And I love you.  Even when you say “dude.”  Even when you say I can’t do some­thing.  Even when I do some­thing naughty.  Even when you let me down.  Even, can you believe it, when you embar­rass the hell out of me.

Happy Mother’s Day to the world’s best mother!

Love, The Daugh­ter

And that, my friends, is why I love being a mom.  That one let­ter makes all of these years of work and frus­tra­tion worth it — in spades.  Happy belated Mother’s Day to all of you moms out there.  Or, if you’re like me and aren’t that big on Hall­mark hol­i­days, then sim­ply Happy Mother’s Day — today and every day.

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