My mom’s birthday is this weekend and even though she hates to make a big deal out of things, I refuse to let the day go by without stressing over the fact that I want her to have a good day.
So I baked her the cupcakes I bake her every year—on Tuesday—just so she could enjoy them all week. I also gave her one of her cards already and she kind of knows what she’s getting for a present, only because once I actually have the gift, I have a hard time holding on to it.
But since she reads this blog, I decided to give her a little birthday poem as one more thing to add to her birthday list. So without further ado:
Many years ago you came out grandma’s lady parts,
With five loud boys already they were thrilled with all their hearts.
Finally! A girl this time! And born on Father’s Day!
Grandpa was so thrilled that it had all worked out that way.
Little did they know that Kathy was a wild one.
Catholic school and church had little impact on your fun.
But you made it through and married and got pregnant one fall night.
Bringing me into the world, a freaking ray of light.
Now we drive each other crazy but a “crazy” that we get.
You’ve always done so much for me despite your daily pain,
and you rarely throw things back at me when I’m acting insane.
Then there are the emails and the texts you send each day,
To tell me that the ass of your old jeans has ripped away.
Or sometimes just to update me on ballgame scores and such,
and send me links to baby sloths you know I love so much.
My point is that you’ve played the role of both my mom and dad,
Teaching me to give more than I ever thought I had.
So even though you hate a fuss and frankly, I do too.
Enjoy your cupcakes and your gifts, perhaps a beer or two.
As for cards, I found the one you needed in your hand.
For those of you who read this post, I know you’ll understand.
Happy Birthday (week) Mom!
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