Mom

My mother sends out a Mother’s Day card to her son (me) every year. I do wonder how unique I am throughout the entire world in that regard.

She buys a normal Mother’s Day card, alters it a bit with Wite-Out and an ink pen, then mails it off.

Her reasoning stems from the fairly obvious observation that if it wasn’t for her sons, she wouldn’t be a mother—and so she wants to express her extreme gratitude for that circumstance.

I try to explain to her that that’s not quite what the holiday is supposed to be for, but she replies that she can celebrate Mother’s Day any way she likes. She is correct, of course. I do love my mom.