Mother’s Day 1985

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Mother’s Day 1985

Warning: There’s nothing here today that will help you sell, train or market better.  So it’s fine if  you wander off and go do your thing.  I’ll not be offended – it’s rare detour here -come back soon.

It’s Mother’s Day Sunday and my brother just recently found a letter I had written to my mother that she had kept  for 26 years until she passed last June.

Seems it’s a letter I wrote to her for Mother’s day back when I was 20.

I have a vague memory of having written it and that it was important but I don’t remember thinking about it, writing it,  mailing it from college or even if I came home that weekend and gave it to her in person.  No idea.

I share it though because there is a message here.   The message though, has the gift of hindsight.  I didn’t know the letter would mean what presumably it did for her.   For all I remember,  I was probably so flat broke in college that all I could afford for a gift was to write her this letter.   I can assure you however, there’s no other Mother’s day gift or Hallmark card I ever gave her that she kept for all these years- we’ve looked.

But the message is this;   If you haven’t done so already, you 20 somethings ( or maybe even you 30 and 40 somethings)  should put on paper,  words for your mother like maybe you haven’t done before.   They may mean much more than you think it will.   For my mother it did.   And do it now before it doesn’t make sense to write her.

I’ve copied letter  below from the pictured yellow paper that it was written on.   Sure, it’s personal.   With the gift of looking back though, I’m happy I said these things.  Lucky probably.  But damn happy I wrote it.    You don’t have to be lucky; you can do this now.

Like I said,  I don’t remember writing this.   Heck, I don’t even remember now the “green sweater” I refer to.   But again, it’s not what I remember that matters; it’s what your Mom will.

Dear Ma,

Very often, kids take it upon themselves to either blame their parents for whatever goes wrong in their lives, or merely take them for granted.  I’ve never felt the need to feel the former, but while at school I have the tendency to commit the latter.  For that I apologize.  But today is a day for you to enjoy and for me to reflect on my mother.

All the thoughts that come to mind are pleasant ones:  You dressing me in my favorite spring green sweater when I was 5.  You, sharing in my enthusiasm the day I made the choir in the 6th grade.  Reading the letter that you sent me, and crying, in my senior year @ Xaverian in XLI.   Every single show I’ve ever been in, you don’t know how much it means to me to have you there. 

Anyways I don’t want to take you for granted, and in a large sense I don’t.  It’s more that a son of 20 is trying hard to do everything he wants to so fast that the people he’s closest to are the first to be forgotten.  My body is still moving, but my head is slowing down – Everyday, when I think of you, I smile and appreciate you more and more, not for what you’ve done for me, but for what you’ve done because of me. 

 

                                                            I love you!

                                                                           -Mark

 

If your reading this Mom ( and I bet you are),  you should know that nothing’s changed in how I feel all these so many years later.  No, nothing at all.

Happy Mother’s day.  We miss you.

Till next time,

Grow The Business.

Mark

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