The conversation I’ve been having, almost daily, with my mother for the past three weeks:
Me: Mom, what do you want for Mother’s Day?
Mom: Oh, I don’t know sweetie, I just can’t decide.
Me: Well, can you please put some thought into it?
Mom: I suppose. I guess I do need a new pair of reading glasses …
Me: Jesus, Mom, can I get you anything for fun?
Mom: You know, it would make me happiest if you’d just save your money for your retirement.
Me: Mother, I save plenty. I’m not a child anymore. I run a successful business today. I can get you something nice. Please tell me what you want.
Mom: Can I just tell you tomorrow?
Me: Sigh.
So, Mom, I’m getting you the fucking reading glasses.
Mom, thank you for reading my blog every day. Thank you for encouraging me, always, to pursue the things I am passionate about, even when those things lead me into a line of work you’re vaguely embarrassed to tell your friends about. Thank you for telling me, for as long as I can remember, that I can achieve anything I put my mind to. Thank you for reading to me daily as a child. Thank you for allowing me to be independent. Thank you for loving me unconditionally, when I insisted on dying my hair black and sporting lipstick to match, when I insisted on wearing boys underwear, when I insisted on moving out of the house, for good, when I was sixteen. Thank you for loving me when I told you how much I hated you. Thank you for sending letters and emails when I refused to contact you for weeks. Thank you for loving me when I dropped out of high school. Thank you for loving me when I dropped out of college. Thank you, Mom, for refusing to buy me Nintendos and trampolines and Rollerblades in exchange for good grades. Thank you for teaching me to value education for its own sake. Thank you for teaching me to embrace my feelings and my sexuality and my words and my thoughts and my dreams. Thank you for never censoring me. Thank you for validating everything about me, no matter what. Thank you for insisting that I didn’t know my own strength. Thank you for teaching me faith. Thank you, Mom, for never giving up on me, for your relentless cheerleading, during the times I had given up, completely, on myself.
I love you, Mom.
very nicely put. Your both fortunate to have each other.
Very lovely. She raised an *interesting* young woman…which is quite something. Tell her TextGod also wishes her a happy day today.
Uh, wait a second. Boys’ underwear??
Nice sentiment!
as a mom myself…i can only hope my girls will feel the same about me. congrats to you both. you are lucky women.
I hope when I have children they value me as we value our mothers. Thank you Mom for telling me that I can achieve anything and everything. Thank you.
awww, sweet!!
WOW
That letter sure made a very good present.
aw, way to make the rest of us look bad!
but seriously, that’s really sweet!
Ha! I forgot today was mothers day. I hope Walgreens is still open.
You and your mom look so much alike! How cute!
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Beet you are SOO Funny , seriously !
Nice Message there , im sure your mother is very happy and proud of you , happy mothers day to all of our mothers!
Beet, that brought tears to my eyes. What a great message–and what a great mom. I hope that I can be a good enough mom to merit those kinds of words from my daughter someday.
I great looking woman who cooks too a real double threat.
Awsome Beet-what a way to honor a very rare lady! Happy Mothers day Momma Beet!
Beet came from money.
Your mother is a really wonderful woman! xoxo
Wow.. a mom that still cooks? She’s a cutie.
Aaaaaw….
wow, this is an awesome letter to your mom. I do not even know you and feel very proud of you. Keep up the good work!
Is that a tile countertop from The Patridge Family Show era?
that was so sweet. i have a mom who’s the same way. no matter how much shit i put her through in my teenage years, she stood by me and never stopped loving and supporting me through all the rought times… your lil letter there brought tears to my eyes.
aw Beet im sure she loved that and probobly cried through-out that lol but that was nice of you!