Moms are awesome. My mom is the best lady I know, because she was proud to point to a jaundiced, pointy-headed baby and say “That’s my girl!!” I’m not sure Dad was quite as eager to claim me (although I think he was just trying to be funny. After all, I probably looked like a freakishly tan alien) But I digress.
We test our moms’ patience almost from the moment we arrive, first with bouts of colic and unexplained crying at all hours of the night and day. And as awful as that sounds, according to my mom it’s nothing compared to the little jerks we turn into as teenagers. “Gawd Mom, that’s so UNFAIR that you won’t let me go to the Def Leppard concert 2 hours away in Iowa City with friends you haven’t met yet. I’m 14!! I can take care of myself!!” I mean seriously, what was I thinking?? I’m not even a mom and I know how unreasonable that request is.
I went through a phase where I thought my mom didn’t know or understand anything. Midnight curfews were unnecessary, the rules were unfair, why should I even try to make my bed or clean my room and OMG you just don’t GET IT!! But at the same time I was a total Daddy’s Girl who was a little scared of him and a lot afraid of letting him down, and it was my mom I’d always turn to for reassurance I was a good kid when I did something wrong….like missing my 11 p.m. curfew by two hours and calling my parents without knowing where my car was or how I was getting home. Wow, even as I’m talking now I realize my parents were saints, my mom an angel sent from Heaven! Which is why Some E Cards might sum up how our wonderful moms are the best.
Mom Coupon, good for one non-condesending tutorial on how to use your iPad
I hope a mediocre Mother’s Day brunch can help negate 364 days of smug ingratitude
Mom, I can’t even imagine how proud you are of me for remembering to send you a Mother’s Day card
I love how we don’t even need to say out loud that I’m your favorite child
I’m sorry my gigantic head ruined your (ahem) lady parts
So….to my mom Cindy, and all the great moms out there….Happy Mother’s Day. Thanks for carrying us for 9 months physically, approximately 20 years financially, and a lifetime emotionally. You deserve your own week, or year! But this Sunday will do.