To my children on Mother’s Day
W i t h G r a e
This Mother’s Day I thought instead of the usual, I would share with you an open letter to my children, they are after all, the reason I celebrate.
Having children was my choice. I have given up things for you and went without for you, and I don’t regret any of it for a second, nor do I want anything in return, but for you to grow into loving, respectful human beings. Respect yourself. Respect others. Act in a way that others will respect you.
Sure you’ll me hear me mumble under my breath when I hear you say you’ve forgotten your homework or gym shoes for what seems like the 50th time this year. Those Cheerios under your chair and the constant parade of dirt on the kitchen floor? They drive me crazy, but I wouldn’t trade one second of it for a different life. No matter how big you get, you, my children are my life, you gave me a new one that I could have never possibly envisioned. I love you more than any words could describe.
If it is true that life is made up of thousands of tiny moments, these are the moments that I am remembering this Mother’s Day. I’m remembering coming to tuck you in bed and finding one of those giant Barbie styling heads sticking out of the covers while you are hiding and laughing hysterically at my surprise. I’m remembering getting caught in the rain and you giggling as we run through the “sparkles.” I’m remembering the secret language that we share and countless made up words. Dancing and singing in the car, I love that you my children, know all the words to my favorite 80s songs. One day when you have children of your own, I will remind you of the day you tormented your sister with your secret conversations with the Tooth Fairy. From your pretend phone, you dialed speed number “too” for “tooth” and called your sister in for some infraction of Tooth Fairy violations ... why do sisters always fall for these tricks?
I love that we can pick up mid conversation and know exactly what the other is talking about, even as there are days when your middle school mind and complete randomness leaves me feeling confused and frustrated. And when you insist on taking off all your dirty clothes and leaving a trail across the floor,I remember that I love you and this too will pass. I love that you can text me, “Do you have the blue piece?”, and I know exactly what you talking about. I even love that you’ve changed ALL my passwords to your name, so I don’t forget which child is the favorite.
For the record, mothers don’t have favorites, we just have days where some of you drive us less crazy than the rest ....
I am remembering when you changed my screensaver to a picture of Hobbes, and the pictures you drew in kindergarten of us and (me) with the crazy, wild, curly blonde hair that I hope looks nothing like me. I will cherish these memories forever.
I love that you speak fluent minion, even as I question my sanity in that I am able to comprehend and reply to you and that your logic behind your argument for keeping on your clothes in the shower because you’ll just have to get dressed again when you get out, somehow strangely makes sense.
I wonder if you will remember how many times we watched action movies together and 15 minutes later realized they were dubbed in Spanish .... How do we do this more than once how?
All of the times you are certain I am ruining your life when I hold you accountable or make a decision that I know is in your best interest, remember. Remember that I love you more than the sky holds stars. Remember that you are the best gift I have ever received.