Happy Mothers Day

As far as Mother’s Day presents go, I’m not always on top of things…

I usually end up giving something from the heart (ie. handmade) and usually late. This in no way reflects my love and respect for my mom, it just reflects that I can never get my act together.

I remember one gift I gave my mom in Elementary School. It was a portrait of her drawn on old yellowish paper in Crayon (or “crown” if you are one of those weird people).  It was a lovely representation of her and since I was way past the “stick figure” phase she had a body and legs, which was good because I needed to draw the “Lee” brand sweatshirt (from the Vanity Fair outlets in Reading, PA) and have her holding the vacuum cleaner. And even at that young age I was able to render in perfect clarity the “mom” jeans she was wearing. The drawing was advanced for my age but in no way flattering to my mother. Still, she loved it, and to this day it is thumb-tacked to the wall.

Even though the image of my mom with a old sweatshirt and vacuum cleaner in hand may not be the one that she’d want everyone to see, I think what I captured in that image is, first and foremost, my love for my mom no matter what she was wearing or doing, but also that she is just that, a mom.

And she does that so very well. She is a mom that loves being a mom even if it involves wearing old sweatshirts and vacuuming (although she does have someone to do that for her now). She’s the mom that will be a mom to anyone if they need it (she was a fifth grade teacher, need I say more?). And most importantly she’s my mom and is the greatest mom to me.

So Happy Mothers Day Mom! You’re the best and I love you, thanks for being my mom.

(oh- and your cards in the mail, or at least it will be soon)

Love,
Brady