Emails to Mom Part 1

Because Mom will always be there when the struggle is real.


For context, this email was written during the week before finals week. The amount of meals I had left at the school dining hall were dwindling almost as quickly as my sanity. I had a massive presentation on how Dr. Suess’ Scrambled Eggs Super (my favorite Seuss book) related to Joseph Campbell’s hero’s journey and Carl Gustav Jung’s jungian archetypes. Instead of writing my term paper on communication media, I decide to email my mom.

Dearest Mother,

This past pre-finals week I have been enjoying the fine microwaveable dining of your scrumptious bacon egg and cheese cups, deliciously nutritious roasted broccoli-cauliflower medley, and magical pasta bake that tasted so good it must have been made by fantastic food fairies (or the love of the best mom in the world.)

Your eggs could rival those of Peter T. Hooper who as we all know is the famous chef of scrambled eggs super-dee-dooper-dee-booper special deluxe a la Peter T. Hooper (referencing that Dr. Seuss book you kindly delivered to me a few weeks ago.)

Gordon Ramsey’s cookery skills couldn’t even compare to your masterpiece of a spaghetti pasta bake. I mean seriously, my friends were jealous, and even though you taught me to always share, I really didn’t want to. So I didn’t. Sorry.

They did enjoy your festive sugar cookies (I did share those.) Tree shaped cookies decorated with tree shaped sprinkles. Genius!

Basically I couldn’t have made it through the week without you and your food. Thanks for making sure I didn’t starve.

Happy Monday! Love,
Your very grateful daughter.

Ps, this is me taking a study break. If you would like an accurate depiction of my battle against finals week, this Buzzfeed post is quite accurate. Specifically numbers 13, 16, and 17. http://www.buzzfeed.com/ariannarebolini/photos-that-perfectly-encapsulate-the-finals-week-struggl

Moms are like super heroes, they have eyes in the back of their heads, and possess a sixth sence for when we misbehave. They clean, cook, hold down jobs, and somehow still have the energy to fight off the monsters under the bed. Sometimes we forget to thank our moms for all of the wonderful things they do. Moral of today’s story:
Don’t forget to tell your Mom how much you appreciate her.