Thank you for always making me proud to bring people into our home, as it was always clean, orderly and well decorated. I’m sorry that I never learned to straighten my room. (But thank you for swiping the mess into the center of the room. It made it much easier to clean this way.)
Thank you for always welcoming my friends and boyfriends into our home, with warmth, an open mind and an open heart. I’m sorry I did not always bring home those who deserved your kindness.
Thank you for being so gorgeous in physical beauty, heart and soul. I’m sorry I sometimes said you looked like a muskrat in the morning. I never would have made fun if I did not know that you were more beautiful than fairytale princesses.
Thank you for always laughing along even when the butt of the joke was you. I’m sorry that I see humor in all of our imperfections.
Thank you for the meaty tushy. I’m sorry I never developed that same “do I get fries with that shake” walk of yours.
Thank you for aging with grace. I’m sorry youth is “wasted on the young.”
Thank you for showing me how to be a wonderful mother. I’m sorry I did not always appreciate it at the time.
Thank you for sticking around although you said I was going to be the death of you. I’m sorry I made you hyperventilate.
Thank you for always giving incredible advice. I’m sorry I did not always understand things from your perspective.
Thank you for saying you’re sorry when you’re wrong (which is rare). I’m sorry I’m sometimes pigheaded and stubborn. (I get that from daddy’s side of the family, of course.)
Thank you for never making “mock kishka” again. I’m sorry it’s been about 35 years now and I still haven’t gotten over it.
Thank you for supporting all of my crazy ideas, stages and creative aspirations. I’m sorry I’m sometimes kind of out there with my humor and creativity.
Thank you for being at every one of my concerts as a kid, at every new band opening show as an adult, at my poetry readings and other public events. I’m sorry it was stressful when daddy had to travel, but you always made it work and always made me feel special.
Thank you for not inspecting what I wore out with my friends at night. I’m sorry I sometimes threw the real outfits out my bedroom window to change into later.
Thank you for having easy handwriting to copy when I had to forge your signature to get back into school after cutting. I’m sorry for breaking your trust.
Thank you for having really good taste in accessories. I’m sorry I can’t help myself from complimenting them, knowing you will probably give them to me.
Thank you for bread in eggs. I’m sorry I could never give that to my son.
Thank you for your parents and the creativity and brilliance they passed into our genes. I’m sorry you only got the brilliance and not the musical talent.
Thank you for always proving to me that most bad things are temporary. I’m sorry for stressing you out when I had “bad things.”
Thank you for coming out in your nightgown in the middle of the night when I had an aaaaaaa…an aaaaaaa…an aaaaaaa (car accident). I’m sorry I went through two cars in twenty days.
Thank you for showing me strength and courage in times of sickness and death of those we love. I’m sorry life throws us these curve balls, but you’ve been an incredible teacher.
Thank you for being a wonderful grandma. I’m sorry your grandson says you have fluffy skin…but remember, when he was asked who the most beautiful woman in the world was, he said “grandma.”
Thank you for the ability to forgive. I’m sorry there have been people along the way you have had to forgive.
Thank you for Aunt Rosie’s boobies. I’m sorry the boobie fairy skipped you.
Thank you for trying to teach me that the toilet has no place at the dinner table. I’m sorry I still have not learned this lesson.
Thank you for the sense of humor. I’m sorry that chickens come running when you laugh.
Thank you for showing me how much I am loved, every day of my life and never giving me a reason to question or doubt. I’m sorry that there are no words to truly express how much I love you too.
Thank you for always being there for me and our family. You are the model of all a mother should be. I’m sorry they broke the mold after you were born. The world could have been a better place.
Thank you for giving me so many reasons to thank you that this could go on and on and on. I’m sorry I’m going to have to end this soon…but before I do…
I thank you from the bottom of my heart for planning to sit by my bed all day and all night after my surgery and that although I am 47 years old and you are 73 years old – showing me that I will always be your little girl. I am sorry I was in recovery for nine and a half hours and they kicked you out. Knowing what you had planned to do really does help to put life into perspective.
Thank you for this not being the only day of the year I get to tell you how much you are appreciated. I am sorry there are not more days dedicated to mothers.
Most of all, I thank you for this extraordinary, sometimes outrageous and always colorful life of mine. I am sorry for nothing.
May 8, 2011
Mother’s Day card for my mom with a list of thank you’s and I’m sorry’s, in no particular order.
(Probably not grammatically correct, but this is a write from the heart, not the brain.)