I remember being in kindergarten and thinking I had the most beautiful mom ever. I didn’t want you to drop me off at school and wished I could hold onto your hand forever.
I’d keep trinkets that reminded me of you in my pockets, so when I missed you, I would feel close to you. The only thing I didn’t like was when you’d sneak a spoonful of my Kraft Dinner from the fork I had used. For some reason, I thought that was gross.
I remember being in elementary school and being proud that you were my mom. You’d help me with my French homework, even if you were the only one in the family who didn’t speak French. Oh, how lucky we were to have you (and our trusty Bescherelle)!
You’d always act excited when we brought home handmade presents from school (even if you hated “dust collectors”). You are officially the Queen of dust collectors now and never throw away anything that has sentimental value to you.
Mom, I even loved you when you bought cookies from the grocery store and tried to pass them off as homemade for our school bake sales because you were too busy to bake your own. I still don’t know how our teachers believed that those Voortman cookies were “homemade”!
I know I wasn’t always the greatest kid. I was a holy terror in my teens. I’m sorry for the sleepless nights, the stress and the anxiety I must have put you through. You may think I was a hellion, but I guarantee I was tame compared to some of my peers and cohorts! I really wasn’t that bad. Really! What you consider a hellion, my peers (and their parents) consider a goody goody! It’s all in one’s perspective. I can definitely recall my friends’ parents saying what an angel I was! 😉
You raised us to be respectful to others, responsible, hardworking, honest and good. We try our best, but we aren’t perfect. No one is. I do love that you have taught us to put family first and love one another. You have a big heart and would do anything for your loved ones.
Through it all, you were my support — My best friend and my worst enemy all at once. I’m sorry for all the years I rebelled and fought with you. Now that I’m a mother to a very “spirited” five year old, I think I “get it”. Oh, and you were right when you said, “Oh. Just wait until you have kids of your own…Then you’ll understand.”
Mom, we’ve been through a lot in my thirty-something years. I’ve moved from city to city and even as far as Japan. You were always there for me — even from afar. Those care packages you used to send me when I lived and worked in Japan for two years were comforting and made me feel connected to home.
You may not always feel like you did a fantastic job with us, but you did! My brothers and I are happy and have families of our own. Though we bicker, argue and sometimes fight, you’ll always be my mommy and my best friend.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!
To all the Moms out there, HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!
If you were to write a letter to your mom, what would you want to let her know?