I wrote this a while ago, but thought in honor of Mother’s Day, I’d reshare.
An Open Letter to My Mom
I owe you quite a bit. This mothering gig seemed easy through the eyes of a kid. How hard could it be really? I am only now truly beginning to understand the magnitude of what you did. The following is a list of things that I am truly thankful for, and it’s a working list, because there are things you did for which I am not yet aware because I am still new to this mothering thing, being only six years in…
- Thank you for letting me poke at you every single Saturday morning to wake you up. Even though you worked full time and Saturday was your one day to sleep in, you let me tell you it was time to get up. And then, not only did you get up, but you promptly made us breakfast.
- Thank you for letting my sexy swimmer boyfriend in the front door. I am not sure I will do the same for Gracie’s boyfriend, because I know what is on their minds and what they are going to try to pull with me in the same house. Also, thanks for letting me leave with him in his big white jalopy car too. Again, I am not sure I will let Gracie out of the house after the age of 15.
- Thank you for the complete and balanced dinners. Every. Single. Night. After working a full day, without sitting down, you started cooking and had dinner on the table by 6 p.m. Never did we have a PB&J dinner, or mac n cheese five days in a row, you cooked actual food and served vegetables at EVERY dinner.
- Thanks for working a full time job and then coming home to raise us. You never relaxed, you cooked dinner, packed lunches and kept a clean house for all of my childhood. It was amazing. I honestly don’t know how you did it. My house is a disaster at all times, lunches are packed in a rush in the morning, and dinners, well, see above.
- Thanks for not killing me for how I treated my sister. I know now she wasn’t that bad, just kinda annoying in a little sister kind of way, and that I should have been way nicer to her. Thanks for telling me that one day she’ll be my best friend while I looked at you like you were crazy. You were right.
- Thanks threatening to rip out a belly button ring if I ever came home with one. That was one mistake I was too scared to make.
- Thanks for never letting me play with fireworks. While I thought you were totally uncool at the time, I feel the same way now. My poor kids.
- Thanks for the weekends at the cottage, where food was always a given, and I was allowed to hang with cousins and my grandparents every single weekend of the summer.
- Thanks for all the wonderful cards and cute thoughtful gifts for every Christmas, birthday, Valentine’s Day, Easter and so on. Every single holiday sneaks up on me, and I am still having trouble giving all the credit to a fat guy in a red suit.
This list is a work in progress. There are so many things I am thankful for that I do not know yet, and those that I am aware of, but have yet to remember in my sleep-deprived overloaded brain.
I love you mom and thank you every day for turning us into respectable adults (I use the term respectable and adults very loosely).
Jen (and Lisa too, since she lets me sign her hand-crafted cards on occasion).