Now that my children are older, Mother’s Day has morphed into a holiday where they are actively involved in the celebration process. My husband always knocks it out of the park when it comes to celebrating me well, but for a lot of years he was teaching and leading by example. The kids were sort of along for the ride, chiming in with a “Happy Mother’s Day!” upon seeing him do the same. They are still learning and taking notes, but now they are old enough to communicate their thoughts to me in written form and to interact with me in a more personalized manner.
This year I felt like the cards I received were simply spectacular. I loved hearing from each of them, in their own voice and in their handwriting. They did a wonderful job communicating what I mean to them and why they love having me as their mother.
Expressions of sincere appreciation for the hard things (“You’re good at taking care of lice”) and honest confessions of the nature of our relationship (“I would give you coupons, but you’re my mom, so we both know I’m going to do it anyways”) made me laugh out loud.
Sentiments of growing closer, feeling comfortable with me, and appreciating the nature and quality of our relationship made my heart swell.
There were also very creative poems (“My mom is as pretty as diamonds, as nice as a puppy, as busy as bees…”) and pneumonic devices using my name (“K is for Kind! A is for Amazing! T is for The best!…”).
I also received a hand painted monogrammed guitar pick which I will treasure like the original work of art that it is. And, according to the questionnaire my youngest filled out, I am forty-one (close enough), the best thing I cook is cinnamon rolls (she’s not wrong), and I like to spend my free time relaxing on my bed (who doesn’t?).
All the handwritten, heart-felt cards and notes hit the nail on the head for me this year. I felt loved by my children, and that’s the best gift I could ask for on Mother’s Day.