This is all I want for Mother’s Day (and beyond):
- That you realize half-eaten tuna sandwiches don’t belong in the far corner of your closet buried under three tons of toys.
- You learn to fight less and love more.
- Hands are not for hurting but for helping — also for helping Mom by picking up all your stuff off the floor. Here’s a tip: open your hand, pick something up, put it away.
- R – E – S – P – E – C – T Find out what it means to me. And to anyone else you’ll meet for the rest of your life. I’ll give you a big hint: it’s probably the single most important thing, other than love, you can feel for another human being. It will carry you throughout life and help you learn from others, shaping you into a positive force that can move mountains. If you give it, others will return it to you.
- Silence. Just ten minutes will do.
OK, five is fine too.
- A hug. A real one. Not the kind where you wiggle away in horror like I’m trying to pull the teeth out of your head.
- That you help one another. Always.
- If you ever see someone down, try to help them. If someone needs a hand, help them. If someone is struggling, help them.
- Did I mention you should always help one another? Yeah, do that. Always.
- That you realize what you put out there in the universe, positive or negative, will come back to you times ten. It’s the hardest lesson of all, but one worth remembering.
- That you know love is all you need.
I need some right now.
Did you buy me any?
By the way, you both have already given me the above gifts. All I ask is that you keep it up. I’m proud to be your mom.