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May 24, 2022
Many of us got together on Sunday, and my children handed me a Mother’s Day card.
The envelope was large, inviting, and heartfelt.
As I held the envelope, tears welled up in my eyes. I didn’t need to open the card for it to be meaningful because the envelope already held the greatest gift of all.
On the front read the words, “Mommy.”
Mom is the term used most often. But occasionally, they’ve called me Mother when I’ve irritated them. Only once have they ever called me Mommy Dearest, in jest.
Still, something dissolves me into a million pieces of warmth when they refer to me as Mommy.
Now, all grown, it lets me know their inner child loves me now and forever.
Thank you, kids, for this gift and the lovely card, too.
