Monday, May 11, 2009

Gloating-Sorry, I HAVE to.

I rarely am ever praised, ESPECIALLY by the boys. I know my kids love me, but they love me, like I loved my mom, when I was their age. They love me when they call and I can throw 50 bucks into their account so they can eat. They love me when they come home and plop 2 garbage bags of laundry in front of the washer, then go to sleep, and when they wake up it is washed, dried, folded and rebagged to transport back to get dirty again. They love me when they open the fridge door and there is sloppy joe in there and also buns in the house. Likes like the trifecta…or dufecta I guess. But this morning, I opened my e-mail and had the following letter from S2, and you know, it makes washing all those stinky socks worth it. Hello mother...I'm sorry I was a bad son on mothers day :( I know I should have gotten you a card or something, but you know I appreciate you regardless! :) Thank you for all the things you do every day to make my life easier, even when I don't ask you to. You do them without thinking, and that's why I can safely say you are the best mother in the world :) This technically should be in a card, given to you this morning with breakfast in bed, but in order to do that I would have to get up around 5am. With as busy as I have been, being up as late as I have, that was slightly out of the question. :) You work hard every day in everything you do, and whether I acknowledge it at the time or not, it doesn't go unnoticed. Thank you for everything all the time! If i said it every time you deserved a thanks, I would have to say it constantly. So you'll just have to take my word for it that I always appreciate you, verbalized or not. I love you mommy, don't forget it! :) I'll be home in a few days for THREE MONTHS! Lucky you :) -Love &*^%$ He doesn't realize it now, but that note is better than any bagel in bed.

9 comments:

preppyplayer said...

You made me teary on a Monday morning!
Ohn, doesn't it make everything so much better when they actually acknowledge us... even when we know that they appreciate and that they love us? I don't need gifts or dinners... just a few heart felt words.
I'm guessing you're saving that one, I would.

Medicare Health Insurance Plans - Jerry Perisho said...

Wow, did you ever do a lot right in parenting your kids! I am the father of 3 sons (and I was a son myself) and I know the tendencies of the young male to fail to express gratitude. You have taught this young man to notice when someone has done something selfless for him and to acknowledge it. This makes him not only a good son, but a good person, a good friend, a good boyfriend and one day a good husband and father.

Congratulations, you are succeeding, and may have already succeeded, in one of the biggest challenges in life; raising sensitive, loving young men.

Congratulations!

Athena said...

Aw, that is so sweet! I received a similar email from my son - currently out of the country so he's excused from a card - and wept as I read it.

Sometimes they just get it right!

Tina said...

I hope my boys turn out like yours when they are older, but maybe without the laundry. :)

Sitting In Silence said...

Awwwwwwwwwwwww....what a special letter....xox

Wait Another Year said...

That's a great kid. I'm looking forward to receiving those kind of emails from my children in the future. :-)

Yo-yo Mama said...

Maybe I need to get my son an email account...

That's so damn sweet, I think I threw a cavity just reading your post.

beagle said...

If I can raise my boy just half as well . . . I will be proud!

You ARE the best!

Michele said...

As another mom of grown kids, I know just how awesome this e-mail was! I got all teary-eyed when I read it.. at work... prompting my co-worker to ask "Whats wrong?". I tried to explain, but he doesn't have kids, so he just looked at me kinda funny.
You should print it out, put it into the cedar chest (or whatever you have to save those precious hand printed cards of days gone by). Someday, in the far, far, future he will come across it again (possibly showing your grandkids your "treasures") and he will know just how much these simple words really meant.