a letter to my mother
I’m not sure how you did it. I know your floor hid the crumbs better than mine does. But the laundry was always clean and folded and put away. We didn’t have messes of toys everywhere. Our house was clean and we were happy.
Not only that, but you managed a home-based business, too. All while Daddy’s work often kept him away from home the week long.
I thought I had motherhood all figured out. I mean, I did a lot of the cooking and cleaning and diaper changing for my little sister and brother.
But I wasn’t their mom. So I didn’t know what it was really like. Even though at times I made it clear that I thought I knew better than you did. I’m sorry.
Now I am a mom. I know what it’s like. And I don’t know how you did it.
It’s the day before Mother’s Day. The dishes are piled high and there are very visible crumbs all over the floor. And as to the laundry? I’m waiting to put away and organize the kids’ clothes when you come visit, because I’m not sure I can do it by myself.
I’ve come to the conclusion that God gives us children to humble us. But I’m sure I’ve humbled you enough: now, this daughter wants to rise up and call you blessed.
I love you, mom. Thanks for keeping us clean and fed, for teaching and training and loving us. And thanks for still coming to the rescue when I need my mommy (were Grandma’s visits your secret?!).
Happy Mother’s Day!
with love from your oldest daughter,
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What a blessing this letter, and your mom, are.
Ahhh. And I’ve met that mama of yours… What a blessed note you’ve written her, miss G.
We are blessed to have such wonderful mothers. Sometimes, I don’t know how my mom dit it all either… May we all rise up and call them blessed!