Dear Mom,
I know Mother's Day is still a week and a half away, but I've been thinking about you a lot lately, and I decided a good Thank You is always appreciated, even on days that aren't dedicated Mom-appreciation holidays. Am I right?
I've had one of those days (well, one of those weeks, really) where my precious little girls have driven me nearly to the brink. We won't talk about the brink of what, exactly, so we'll just call it ugly, "the brink of ugly." They've been disobedient, they've been ignoring everything I say, they've been refusing all I offer to feed them, and then complaining about being hungry, they've been grumpy and irritable, they've been fighting with each other over the silliest things, they've been stealing each other's toys, they've spent a lot of time in time out, and even warranted a few spankings, they've fought naps and bed time and bath time and diaper changes and leaving the park, and they haven't left me alone for a moment. Not a single moment! It's been a long few days, and I have been tempted to sell them to a passing gypsy for a dollar.
You used to want to sell me to a passing a gypsy for a dollar! I totally get it now! I get it in a way I have never gotten it before. You weren't joking about that gypsy thing. I should be really lucky we didn't live on a road where a lot of nomads passed by, or I'm sure I'd have ended up being raised by one.
And so, because I long for the day my children say things like "Thank you for making me lunch Mom," or "Thank you for changing my diaper, Mom," or "Thank you for teaching me to love my sister, Mom," or "Thank you for putting up with my emotional roller coaster, Mom;" I figure it was high time I said Thank You to you.
Thank you for teaching me simple things like how to dress and brush my teeth and use the potty. Thank you for loving me enough to discipline me when necessary. Thank you for all the breakfasts, lunches and dinners you made me, and I'm sorry for all the complaining I ever did over them. Thank you for holding me when I was crying over nothing. Thank you for stopping what you were doing to feign interest in the small things, to push a swing, to play Candyland over and over and over and over .... Thank you for teaching me to love my siblings. Thank you for teaching me to love the Lord. Thank you for so many things that I know went unappreciated at the time. You are truly an amazing woman, and if I can be half the mom you were, I know my kids will turn out OK.
Most of all, thank you for not selling me to the gypsies.
Love,
Heidi
1 comment:
Amen! Beautifully said :)
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