Day 13: Mother's Day 2018

I'll be celebrating Mother's Day with my mom like everyone else today, to thank her for all the love and support throughout my life, and to acknowledge what a difficult job it is to be a mother. Except in my case I don't know if that's been true. I think raising me was basically a cake walk. 

My sisters? Well, different story there. But this is about me, so we won't get into all of that. Instead let's get back to me and what an easy job, if not a daily blessing, being my mother must have been.

I'm sure I was the easiest baby, and even an easier toddler, and super easy as a little kid. It's not like I was getting sick every other week, or ever spending time in the hospital in some kind of plastic isolation tent. I never needed any antibiotics for anything. I never broke any bones. And I'm sure I never did anything like walk into a pile of hot coals on the ground when I barely knew how to walk, and still didn't understand walking well enough to walk away from something that was causing me pain.

And behavior? Pfft. Angel. I can't think of a single day I would have been bouncing off the walls like an over-stimulated monkey boy, or ever did anything to irritate my sisters, just because I didn't feel I was getting the appropriate amount of attention right in that moment. Of course I always, ALWAYS, told the truth, and never engaged in any of the disgusting habits little boys (and even medium-sized boys) are typically known for. Certainly I didn't put any of my formidable creative powers toward inventing any new ones. 

I was a perfectly reasonable teenager. I completely understood everything about the world around me and wasn't confused or frustrated by any of it, and never would have considered acting out or rebelling in any way. I was always open to suggestions or discussions about any poor decisions I made, or I would have been open to such things had I ever actually made any poor decisions, which of course I did not.

You always tell us each Mother's Day that you don't want any gifts, but it's impossible for me to not continue to give you the gift of being my mother, so I'll just offer a gracious "You're welcome."

But seriously, thank you. A thousand times over. 

And I love you.