“The mother, more than any other, affects the moral and spiritual part of the children’s character. She is their constant companion and teacher in formative years. The child is ever imitating and assimilating the mother’s nature. It is only in after life that men gaze backward and behold how a mother’s hand and heart of love molded their young lives and shaped their destiny.” – E.W. Caswell
Dear Mom, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for the Windmill cookies I’m eating in this picture. You bought them because they were my favorite. They might be the reason I’m still a fan of almonds.
Thank you for pulling us in the yellow car Dad’s boss built for us. Lu and I loved that car and it was way more fun when we didn’t have to pretend it was moving.
Thank you for taking us to Mr. Quick. When we were little, it was all the rage. I remember that the hamburgers only cost 39 cents, but every time we went there it felt special.
Thank you for the walks you and I used to take to the Post Office when I was in kindergarten. It was just the two of us. I don’t remember any specific conversation that we had, but when I think of those walks I smile.
Thank you for finding a good church, and then making us go. I wasn’t very happy about it then. It seemed like I was the only kid in school who didn’t watch Happy Days or The Six Million Dollar Man every Sunday night. Today I am very grateful though. My time in church as a boy has added so much value to my life. Value that just wouldn’t be there if we had not gone. Value that I just couldn’t have gotten from the Fonze.
Thank you driving the foolishness out of my childish heart. Getting spanked was never fun. Your correction let me know that the spankings came because I called them. Today I am very grateful.
Thank you for taking my fundraising candy bars to work. Because of you, I outsold the class & had more than enough money to take the field trip.
Thank you for buying me my first quality guitar. I knew it cost a lot and even though I had spoken to you about it, I didn’t hold out hope of getting it because I knew how tight money was. I remember you waking me up when you got home from work on my birthday and handing me the money. I was turning 14. I kept that guitar for years. I only sold it to finance a repair to my first house. I still love playing today. Thank you for this.
Thank you for being proud of my drawings and creations. I have always tended toward being artistic. You hung on to the cowboy charcoal drawing for a long time. You may still have some of my Jr. High woodworking or pottery projects even today. Thank you for encouraging my creativity and showing me that it had value.
Thank you for all the rides. Even when I was going to St. Ambrose, you would drive me to school. I really appreciate all your help – helping me move forward with my life.
Thank you for not giving up. You stayed. You fought. You struggled. You prevailed. We all made it to adulthood and we are all doing Okay. So much of the reason we are okay is because of you! Even today, you continue to help us every chance you get. You are our hero! I think I can safely speak for all of my brothers & sisters when I say that we love you very much, and that we are all so thankful for you! Mom…Thank you!
Happy Mother’s Day!
