This Sunday is Mother’s Day. As if you didn’t already know.
Last Mother’s Day, with my son in the midst of his terrible twos, I wrote a letter to my son in which I begged him to not be an asshole for a few hours. Little did I know that his terrible twos were nothing compared to his threenage wasteland. And a year later we are smack in the middle of those.
Which means, unfortunately, that the sentiments expressed in last year’s letter are as true as ever. So I’ve resurrected last year’s Mother’s Day letter, as a reminder.
We’re going to brunch and we’re gonna have a good time, and you’re going to lay off the screaming and the tantrums and the defiance and everything else for the day. You know damn well we’re gonna let you watch “Super Why” at the table so there is simply no reason to act out. This is always true, but it’s especially so on Mother’s Day.
My son still can’t read, but I will read it to him. The dude needs to relax and chill and be like Fonzie. What’s Fonzie like? Come on, Yolanda, what’s Fonzie like? That’s right. My son needs to BE COOL. If not for me, then for Mommy.
Original Post: A Letter to My Son Regarding Mother’s Day
Happy Mother’s Day!