On this 39th Mother’s Day since you became a mother, I am writing you a love letter.
You know I love lists. So here’s a Love List!
I love you for patiently waiting 43 weeks for me to make my arrival, and for giving birth to me naturally, bravely ignoring the 12 men staring at your vagina in that teaching hospital.
I love you for rocking and nursing me in the Stickley Chair (which I now have in our living room), calmly convinced that it was normal for a baby to cry for 6 months straight. Colic. How did you survive?
I love you for introducing me to chocolate peanut butter cups.
I love you because of the way you always look me right in the eyes when I have something to say, your head perched between index finger and thumb.
I love you for saying about my spirited child: “he just has a hard time getting through his day. Just like you did as a baby.”
I love you for saying “yes, and…” when everyone else said “no.”
I love you for making Fiesta Ware our everyday dishes.
I love you for raising me and Sam in Manhattan, where the nuts come from.
I love you for sending me to the Bank Street School.
I love you for flying 3,000 miles to meet my firstborn, arriving when he was a mere 20 hours old, and arranging fresh flowers in my bedroom every day.
I love you for taking G to the museum while I labored with L…and getting to meet her just a few hours later. Her middle name is your first.
I love you for showing me what marriage can be: you and Dad, after 43 years, make it look easy.
I love you for introducing me to Shakespeare.
I love you for your curried chicken salad, which is totally delicious and just a little bit weird.
I love you for showing me the value of two simple beauty products: Yardley’s lavender soap and Keri lotion.
I love you for letting me fall asleep with your nightgown on the nights you and Dad left us a with a sitter.
I love you for late nights piled into your bed watching Archie Bunker on the 10-inch TV.
I love you for my annual birthday gift of a trip to the Town Shop (for real or online) for new ladythings.
I love you for the cheesy way you always say “This is God’s country!” the moment we open the car windows on the drive into Keene Valley.
I love you for finding your writing voice as a Woman of the Seventh Moon.
I love you for suggesting I apply to Bard College.
I love you for loving lilacs.
I love you for inspiring me to become a woman business owner.
I love you for your many scarves; I always said I’d never wear them. Now I have 14.
I love you for showing me that motherhood could be the most important job you (or I) would ever have.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. I love you!
(Written by Abigail Morgan, L.Ac., all rights reserved. Photograph courtesy of Roger Morgan. This post was inspired by a writing project I’m part of called 40 Love Letters in 40 Days. Special shout-out to Stacy de La Rosa.)