My darling children. How can I truly express how much you’ve meant to me throughout the years? Your laughter, hugs, memories, and sparkling smiles are the things I treasure most. So, it is with great sadness that I now have to let you all go. Before you get upset and think I’m dying, I’m not. I just feel like it’s time to move on and take my life in another direction so I’m cutting the apron strings and letting you go. These things happen but I feel like we’ve had a good run.
To My Son:
First of all let me say I forgive you for the time you wrecked my car and then tried to tell me it wouldn’t have happened if someone hadn’t moved the road. I just hate when that happens but we must be ever vigilant for things like this. There are pranksters all around but for the life of me I can’t understand how they moved a paved road and caused you to drive into a ditch. I absolutely believe you when you say the six empty beer cans in the car belonged to someone else. It’s too bad you couldn’t remember their name. Maybe they’re the ones who moved the road? I also forgive you for making me think I was going crazy when I could only find one of each of my earrings. I’m sorry I made you believe you had the wrong ear pierced even if it did result in my having complete pairs of earrings again. I also forgive you for the time you caught the kitchen on fire and I agree Grandpa was somewhat at fault. What was he thinking when he knocked on the door, distracting you, and making you forget you were frying fish on top of the stove? At any rate, I forgive you.
To My Oldest Daughter:
You were the first girl in a long time and a real beauty when you were born. In fact you still are. I won’t say it was all downhill after that but we have had our moments haven’t we? First of all, I forgive you for the time you threatened to call the police because I wanted to know why you were out three hours after your curfew ended. Even though I was correct in saying they would eventually let me out of jail, I shouldn’t have said it so loudly. I also forgive you for all the times you had a headache when it was your time to clean off the table, wash dishes, do laundry, clean your room, take a shower, watch your little sister, or do your homework. Maybe I should have taken you to a doctor? I do think you could have been a little more understanding when I broke my leg and you wouldn’t bring me anything to drink because you knew the next task would be to help me to the bathroom. But again, I forgive you. The I.V. fluids did perk me right up and no real harm was done.
To My Youngest Daughter:
You were the last in line but no less special. You actually got cheated because all the tricks you tried to pull had been pulled before so I was a little wiser by the time you came around. First of all, I forgive you for putting me through eighteen hours of labor. The others managed to come out fine, and I really don’t know why you tried to make your entrance into the world shoulder first, but that’s water under the bridge now isn’t it? The first thing I would like to forgive you for is the time we were at the beach and you took off running in the opposite direction causing me to run down the beach after you while wearing a two piece bathing suit. I’m also sorry I yelled at you when I finally caught you and collapsed on the beach. I forgive you for the time you pitched a fit for a thirty dollar battery operated pig right in the middle of The Southern Christmas Show. How could you know I only had fifteen dollars in my purse? It broke my heart when you refused to speak to me afterwards but I forgive you. Speaking of a broken heart, I forgive you for breaking mine when you moved to the coast with your boyfriend. Looking back you were right when you said it wasn’t like he had been in jail for anything serious but still, it broke my heart.
I could go on and on about forgiveness over slight indiscretions on your parts but there really is no need. Mothers are funny creatures. We always forgive and forget any slight or hurt doled out by our children. Eventually. Mostly we remember the homemade cards, the little sticky hugs you gave us when we were down, the wide-eyed wonder displayed after Santa Claus has come, and the feeling of despair felt when we first realized you were growing up and away from us. There were times I felt like Snow White surrounded by three dizzy little dwarfs. I longed for an adult conversation. Now I realize the silly little talks we had were much more satisfying and memorable.
In closing it is with great sadness that I bid you goodbye. But don’t worry because I’m not going too far. In fact I’ve just decided it’s time for me to take on the next generation. So the next time one of your little darlings demands to know why they can’t do something, go somewhere, or have an expensive toy, I hope you’ll think of me. Because I will be the one that planted that thought or idea in their sweet little heads. I just hope you too can forgive me.