Today is Mothers’ Day. To all the mothers out there, I hope you have a wonderful day.
I won’t be getting any cards from my children so I thought I’d try to imagine what I would like for one to say.
This is how I hope it would read:
Thank you for always being there when we were growing up. We know you didn’t get to do much when you were young because you had to take care of us. We know you never got to go anywhere because you had to babysit, while dad traveled all over the country and all over the world.
We remember that you made all of our dresses when we were young. We remember how you used to smile every time we put them on. We remember how you used to smile every time you said our little brothers’ name.
We remember how you used to sing while you were ironing and how you used to hum when you were sweeping or mopping the floors.
We remember how you made sure that we got everything we wanted for our birthday and for Christmas. We remember how special you made us feel.
We remember how you used to make us laugh. We remember how you told us everything was alright when we were sick or scared. We remember how you used to play tricks on us and how you giggled when you did.
You were strict and we resented it but now we know that you were only trying to protect us.
You praised all of us equally. You told all of us that we were beautiful. You told all of us that we were valuable.
We want to thank you for getting in front of us when we didn’t sweep the pool like dad had asked and he was getting ready to slap us.
We want to thank you for slipping us money when we misjudged our bank account and bounced a check because you knew that dad would be furious if he found out.
We remember that you lied for us when we had promised to call, forgot and dad was ready to slap us.
Thank you for always getting us to soccer practice and games on time. You were our biggest cheerleader. We loved how you dressed and how you were the mom that all of our friends used to call “pretty woman.”
Thank you for telling us there was nothing we couldn’t do. Thank you for showing us that you could do anything. Thank you for teaching us how to sew. Thank you for teaching us how to make your “famous macaroni and cheese.”
We’re proud of you for becoming an EMT when you were fifty-three. We’re proud of you for being first in your class and being one of only three people who passed.
We know that you are so proud of us and what we do. We know that you brag about us and call us your “gentle heroes” and “go-getters.” We know that you would never diminish us or our professions, just because we didn’t measure up to dads’ expectations.
We know how hard it must have been on you to be bashed by our grandma, who couldn’t stay away from alcohol. We know how hard it must have been for you to watch dad sit there and say and do nothing. We are proud of you for not falling into the bottle to escape a lifetime of being ignored.
We understand how you got frustrated sometimes when you didn’t have any help. We understand how lonesome you must have been. We know how much you wanted to get dressed up and go somewhere but dad didn’t have time to pay any attention to you because he was always “working” or doing something that interested him.
We understand the strength that you had to have…to be able to do what you had to do, especially when you were sick or hurt. You never complained or cried or blamed us. You just did it.
We want to thank you for bailing us out when we were in trouble and never calling us a piece of shit or making us feel like we were worthless.
Above all, thank you for having honor and integrity. Thank you for being a true and loyal friend. We know that you have never betrayed us and never will.
You may have stumbled…but in our eyes, you have never fallen. You are our Steel Magnolia.
Happy Mothers’ Day, Mom.