Mother’s Day—while an invention of the greeting card industry—is the perfect occasion to publically acknowledge all of the great gifts I’ve received from my mother . . .
the ability to pull-together a balanced meal (not that I always do, but I know what one looks like!);
the ability to set a table—I’d have to reference Emily Post for a “State Dinner”—but thanks to Mom I know where the forks, knives and napkins go!
the knowledge that you never appear in public in your pajamas or without appropriate foundation garments. (I admit it, I wasgoing to use those “people of WalMart photos,” but they’re just too gross—besides, I always look like this when shopping . . .)
the ability to listen to my children without constant instruction—to allow them to make mistakes with the minimal amount of “I told you so’s”—to support them even when I feel the endeavor is completely pointless—the ability to love them even when they’re not-very-lovable.
I now read those pages the pharmacist prints out for my information.
never, ever throw away a magazine you might find useful in this (or the next) lifetime.
okay—I’ve got to end this somewhere. I just wanted the world, or at least my 124 followers, to know that I think the world of her and I appreciate all she’s done for, and continues to do for, me.
Thanks for your indulgence!