my mom. i can’t even begin to relate how much she means to me. i can’t! i have tried and tried all week long to come up with a way to say how great she is, but nothing i can write will ever do her justice. if you don’t know her, then i urge you to picture a 5’3” (she’ll say that she’s 5’4”) dynamo with more energy in her pinky fingerNAIL than i have in my whole being. she is beautiful, hilarious, outspoken, and driven. she is a tireless worker and succeeds at anything that she does. i know that sounds cliched, but i am certain that if we were on an aeroplane, and for some reason, that aeroplane started to crash (say, if the pilot had a heart attack a la hatchet, by gary paulsen… LOVE that book!), she could take the helm and commandeer the plane to safety, just because she knew she had to. my mom is that kind of lady.
she was also born to be a mom. from the time i was tiny, i remember her enveloping me (and later, that lovely sister o’ mine) in an all-encompassing and unconditional love. whether we were riding on the teeter totter at genesee valley park and singing i like bread and butter at the top of our lungs (mom always got to be the crazy rich-voiced guy), or dragging wheelbarrows full of rocks up at the cottage (yes, this really happened), i always knew that wherever my mom was, that’s where i wanted to be, too.
and as my friend little mary and my cousin yulie can attest, this created a bit of separation anxiety on my part– i could not STAND to be away from her, especially on overnights. but school was hard, too, and i think that was why she started writing me little lunchbox notes. pictures, poems, songs. good luck notes, hang in there kitten notes, april fools day notes. notes accompanying a tiny banana, just because she thought that the tiny banana was cute. and this practice has never stopped, even long after i was done with school and i became the old and decrepit adult that i am today. in fact, i still carry one such note with me in my wallet.
don’t worry about work, honey. i guarantee things will get better!
like i said, she was born to be a mom! how can i ever worry when i have a mommy guarantee? i cannot. it’s just that simple.
so, on this mother’s day, i would like to take a moment to write my mom her own lunchbox note.
from the teeter totter to the phantom to the day that i got cut from the softball team and the day that i ran 26.2 miles, you have always cheered for me. i hope you know how much i cheer for you. happy mother’s day!
i love you!