The Queen of All Matters Of the Heart is my mother. A woman that I so closely resemble in appearance, manner, and ethic that it’s near impossible to find any objectivity when talking about this woman. She and I are the symbolic definition of the greatest “Awkward Family Photo“. The fact that no clothing synchronized photo of us running through a florous ravine exists is surprising and disappointing.
Mom, this post may be addressed to you, but I was serious about you not reading it.
I know you’ll call me later after seeing this on Facebook and say, “I saw that you wrote a post about me….” and there will be an awkward moment of silence, then I’ll have to explain that it’s actually a very nice essay about you, but it may contain swear words and exaggerated truths that I don’t think you’re ready to hear. And I don’t want to have to do that.
Mom, this post is insanely difficult to write. Thanks a lot.
I’ve been staring at the computer screen whining and awkwardly playing with various flabs of skin trying to come up with something. What do I say? That I’ve completely taken for granted the emotional and monetary support that you have given me my whole life? That though I know I’m a good daughter, I still feel there are not enough words in the world to adequately thank you for the sacrifices that you made and the struggles that you faced in order to make sure I had an absolutely perfect childhood? How do I apologize for getting mad at you when you cramped on Dad’s “Good Time Dad” style when in actuality you were making sure that neither he or I ended up dead in a ditch from some adventure-seeking experiment gone awry? How do I thank you for being my number one fan? The person who encouraged me to wear bow ties and suspenders in 8th grade, though everyone in school called me “a dyke”. The person who told me it was ok to be different and don’t let anyone make you feel bad about it. How am I able to thank you for the woman you made me today? A slightly neurotic one, but still a club where I would definitely have me as a member nonetheless.
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With your permission, I may just take off the L at the end of this and sign my own name and give it to my own mother.
That's so heartfelt and personal, I luv it!
A very clever use of reverse psychology to ensure that your mother reads this wonderful and touching post!
thanks for feeling your sharings with all of us here!
Funny, I wrote something kind of like this today myself, right before I read yours. (http://coloring-insidethelines.blogspot.com/2010/05/double-post-friday.html)
I liked this one a lot, though. Too true, how much we need our mothers to just listen to us right now, but we also want them to get everything they ever wanted!
Good job lovely Lauren!! xo
What a great idea ( whether it's Mother's Day upcoming or not…)
My own Mom and I aren't definitely not close, but she does read my blog, and I think a heartfelt and true post about how I feel about her would make her day.
Thanks Lauren!
You inspire me.
…To write a blog post instead of purchasing a Mother's Day gift.
Candy and cop-outs,
Tee.
OMG. love this post. your mom is adorbs!!
aww, this was adorable.
aww.. great post! happy mother's day to your mom who is not reading this! lol.
This post made me cry!
I think your mother should read it.
Every now and then, a blog post gets so personal that it becomes amazing. This, my dear, was that post. Your mother should be very proud of you. 🙂
This pretty much make me cry. I love the letter to your mom. It's amazing.
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What a wonderful and touching post. It really made me miss my mother, even though we were not close. Your mom is one lucky gal. I say, "Happy Mother's Day" to Lauren's mom!
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