Thank You, Mom
A letter—in verse—from one mom blogger to her own mother.
So you might have forgotten a playdate or six,
And we never built castles with my Lego bricks
But you always made sure we were clothed and well fed,
And you took me for stitches when I hit my head.
And you never drove carpool, and you missed some school shows
But you cooked frozen pizza like no one I know.
And you took us to Disney when you yearned for sleep.
And you urged us to stand up to bullies and creeps.
And you didn’t back down when you had to say no.
My teenage demands, met with “I don’t think so!”
But when we visited colleges, you didn’t say “nay”
When I selected a school several states away.
Then I dropped my first major—you weren’t excited
Though you accepted me as your daughter, the writer.
And you wanted to find me a nice Jewish boy,
But you didn’t flinch once when I married a goy.
And now that I have two kids of my own
You never, ever, ever leave me alone
But I do understand why it is that you smother—
You love me, you love them, you’re always my mother.
Editor’s Note: We’re celebrating Mother’s Day by celebrating leaning in to motherhood, and by recognizing the extraordinary women that are our own mothers. We hope that it will inspire you to thank your own mother, or the mother who most inspires you. Find more letters and stories about leaning into motherhood here. And, of course, find your own Lean In inspiration at LeanIn.org.
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