Dread-Head's Blog

Dear *Crazy old Lady,

                                     Let me say for the record that I'm getting you a mother's day present out of protest because I truly feel that it's a made up greeting card holiday and I know you would give me a ton of guilt if I did not.

                                    Each day that I know I can pick up the phone and hear your voice or drop by your place to have you try to make me eat something destined to elevate my blood pressure and cholesterol to me is mother's day.  Each time I hear that nasally voice of yours and wonder why a woman from rural Louisiana sounds like she's from Long Island to me is mother's day.

                                Mother's day to me is any time I remember the first time you dropped me off at school, or all the times you helped me with my homework.  It's  whenever I remember all of the childhood activities chorus, pop warner football, cub scouts, ROTC,  drama & band that you made me participate in that I found myself enjoying.  Mothers day to me is remembering every pot of soup you made me when I had a cold or flu or just didn't feel right.

                     Mother's day to me is  you telling me that I should follow my dreams and that as long as I kept persuing my dream I could never consider myself a failure. Mothers day to me is for all the times I came to you emotionally broken and you believed in me more than I believed in myself.  Mothers day is when I remember the proud look you had on your face the day you attended my college commencement.

                  Mothers day is each time you give me the benefit of your character judgements and remind me that there are still good people out there.  Mother's day happens each time I find myself in a situation where I could easily do something that would benefit me greatly at someone else's expense but do the right thing because I know it's what YOU would have done.

               Every day in which I KNOW you're still on this planet and love your eccentric youngest child, his "strange" hairstyle, his love of "Weird" foods, his crazy older brother and 3 older sisters and all their kids is mother's day.  Each time I see you and say "I love you mom" rather than "goodbye" is Mother's day to me. 

           To me trying to say how I feel about you on only ONE day is insulting to the way I feel about you and everything you've ever done for me.  You're the person I love most in the world and the 365 days in the year for the past 38 years have been one beautiful Mother's day.

Your son,

                 Jesse

P.S.  I love you "Crazy old lady."

*"Crazy Old Lady" is my nickname/term of endearment for my mother and has been for some time. It's not used in a disrespectful manner.