Hi Mom! I know I haven’t been able to call home in a while. Finals are this week, and I haven’t left my tent in the library in several days. I now appreciate your affinity for coffee. The good news is that my campus dollars are going to good use thanks to the Starbucks on the first floor.
As I am sure you know, this Sunday is Mother’s Day. Due to exams, I won’t be able to celebrate with you at home. I wanted to take a moment to thank you for all you’ve done for me over the years.
“Mom, can you come pick me up?”
If you had a dollar for every time the phone rang and you heard that classic phrase, I think we could pay for my college education. But without fail, you always hopped in the Jeep to drive me to and from any play date, soccer field or school pickup area. If I called begging to come home from a sleepover, you would get out of bed any time of night to come rescue me. You would dry my tears when I got in the car and explained why I just had to leave the slumber party early, whether it was because I was simply too tired or was sick from eating too much cake. We caravanned to gymnastics meets all over the state, despite the fact that we both knew the odds of me becoming the next Nastia Liukin were very slim. We bonded during these car rides, and I’ll never forget listening to your voice travel to my spot in the backseat.
Soccer Mom
Do you remember standing in the kitchen, filling water bottles and cutting orange slices? Cleaning up mud that tracked all over the house every Saturday? Do you miss listening intently when I exclaimed, “Mom! Mom! Did you see that?!”? I would glow with pride and recount the many epic showdowns that occurred during every of my second grade soccer games. You were always on the sidelines, watching me race up and down the field from kindergarten all the way through high school. You hosted soccer parties, making enough lasagna to feed a small army. You sat through games in freezing temperatures and in the pouring rain. I want you to know that I appreciate the post-game Chips Ahoy and CapriSun pouches you packed in my soccer bag. You were my biggest fan, and it means so much that you watched me grow up dribbling a soccer ball.
Mothers are Always Right
Your advice is truly priceless. When I am faced with a problem, you always know what to do. Let’s face it; being a girl is hard. Having someone there who has already been through the things that I struggle with is invaluable. You have helped me with everything, from lunch table drama to my college decision process. I hate to admit it, but you really are always right. I am so lucky to have you to turn to in tough situations.
Thank you, Mom
I know I don’t tell you enough, but I appreciate everything you do for me. From putting on Band-Aids to hour-long phone calls, you have put me first my entire life. I am sorry I can’t be with you this Saturday, but I wish you a fantastic day. Promise me that you will let Dad and Rachel fill your water bottles and make you dinner. For at least one day each year, let others take care of you. I love and miss you. Thank you, and Happy Mother’s Day!