The Best Mother’s Day Present

I received the best Mother’s Day present ever on Sunday.  It was exactly what I needed.

It was not a heart-shaped necklace.

It was not a sweater.

It was not a coffee mug with a butterfly on it.

It was not an expensive brunch at a local restaurant.

It was a letter.

A letter from my 16 year old son.  My youngest. These teenage years have been pretty rough on our relationship.  He pushes me away when I feel he needs me the most.  I want to teach him things. He does not want to learn.  I still have life lessons to share with him.  He already knows everything there is to know.  I feel he has too much time on electronics.  He feels he doesn’t have enough time.  He feels 5-6 hours sleep is plenty for a teenager on a school night.  I do not.  These battles have been going on between us for a couple of years now and they are wearing me down.

I received a phone call the morning of Mother’s Day from our daughter who is away at college.  My husband made breakfast for us as usual on weekends.  My son spent most of the day in his bedroom.  No cards, no flowers, no breakfast in bed.  I was feeling a bit sorry for myself and went in the yard to sit in the shade and actually read a book from start to finish guilt-free. That rarely ever happens.  At bedtime, I pulled back the covers and there on my pillow sat a folded piece of paper with the word “MOM” written in pencil.  My expectations were pretty low at this point, but when I opened it up and found a letter written to me by my son, my heart lurched just a bit.  A letter of apology.  A letter thanking me for trying to keep him on the right path.  A letter I really needed to hear.

In future, that’s all I really want for Mother’s Day.  A letter from my two children.  A letter from the heart.

The best Mother’s Day present ever.


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