Dear Mom,

Dear Mom,

I’m sorry I am not the daughter that you wanted. I’m sorry we are not as close as we should. I’m sorry I Always disappoint you.

When I was a child I had the perfect childhood because of you. You made a Home for us full of Love and warmth! You were Always there when we came home from school to take care of us make sure we did our homework and had time to play. You were everyone’s favorite room Mother and always made the tastiest snacks for school parties. All the kids loved you and so did we. We were always proud to call you Mom.

You always made special occasions so special and made us feel like the most important person in the world.. There was never a birthday without a homemade cake and dinner of our choice. With the glow of the candles on the cake and friends and family singing the worst rendition of Happy Birthday imaginable we were happy kids! Holidays were always so special as the house filled with the delicious smells of your special holiday treats to the Christmas tree that was always overstuffed with presents underneath. And the decorations inside and out no matter what holiday you always made it special.

The summers were always filled with pool parties, horseshoes, yard darts and bad mitten late nights catching lightning bugs, Suntan lotion, sun brewed tea and homemade pop cycles. Friends were always staying overnight, traipsing ,in and out of the house driving you crazy.  You always made sure that was special too, from VCR movies to the home made popcorn and staying up all night. And you had a way of making rainy days fun too with family board games to letting us help you bake a cake.

Winters were spectacular too! It seems liked it snowed more back then, than it does now. And when it did you would put plastic bags on our feet and hands layers of socks and mittens and you would be there right with us flying down our big hill on a floor mat or a saucer. And when we were done soaking wet, cold and snotty noses you would be there with a piping  cup of hot chocolate and you Never forgot the marshmallows.

And when we were sick you took extra care with a bucket and thermometer you were always there. Rice pudding for a sick tummy when we could keep it down and chicken noodle soup (home made of course) for a cold or the flue.

You are a very special Mom and I Love You!

So what the Hell happened to me? Why didn’t I turn out like you?

Why am I depressed, withdrawn, and just a big Mess?

I know the years have gone by and now I’m 40 and we are not as close as we should be, part my fault part yours, but some days I sure could use my Mom and some of that homeade chicken noodle soup!