Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

Maybe it’s the recent cross-country relocation preventing me from being there in person this year. Or the realization that comes with being almost 30, knowing that’s the year you became a mother yourself. And I’d be remiss if I didn’t accept that it’s partially fueled by the fact I’ve watched nearly every Mother’s Day special that the Today show and HGTV have run over the past 7 days, but regardless of the triggers, I’m acutely aware of your title(s) this year.

Mother. Mentor. Chauffeur. Chef. Nurse. Nana. Healer. Helper. Trainer. Teacher. Policewoman. Provider.

Friend. Former teenage foe.

The list goes on and on. And now thanks to you it bothers me that it’s not alphabetized and likely improperly punctuated, but that let’s not get into that for the sake of this post.

You were my transportation before I could walk (or drive). My food source before I could eat on my own (or cook). And my Google before the Internet. Seriously though, that last one came in really handy until 1998.

So thank you, mom. For all of the above and then some. One blog post can’t possibly sum up the gratitude we have for you, but I know you’ll think it’s more than enough. Happy Mother’s Day!

p.s. Just kidding about that whole ‘I’ll change your diapers someday, too’ comment in your card this year (kind of).