Just wanted to let you know how awesome you are. You buy me all sorts of crazy kitchen gadgets, like the time you shipped me off to college with a Magic Bullet, or got me a lime green KitchenAid for Christmas, or sent me green tea and a cute coffee mug in Iraq (because it turns out they don’t have green tea there). It happened to be my favorite brand of green tea, even though I’m pretty sure I never told you what it was in the first place. Mother-daughter intuition?
You comment on my blog when other people don’t, even if it’s just to point out how weird it is that I mixed together grapes and vinegar. You show constant concern for my well being, and maybe I show constant disregard for it, but deep down I do appreciate it when you tell me for the millionth time that I should get health insurance. I still won’t (until I get a job with benefits), but I’m just saying I appreciate it.
You dealt with my weird, rebellious, “I’m-going-to-get-as-many-piercings-and-tattoos-as-I-can” phase. Although, to be honest, you did encourage it in the beginning, I may have taken it a bit too far. (I still have my nose ring though)
I know I didn’t call enough when I was off traveling the world. I can still remember rolling my eyes when I checked my email in Cambodia for the first time in a few days and it was filled with emails from you that just said “WHY HAVEN’T YOU CALLED!” I’m glad you’ve learned to deal with your “wandering child” better, as evidenced by less caps-locked messages in my inbox.
Even now, I still haven’t learned to not misplace my phone all the freakin’ time. I’m sure it only seems like I’m ignoring you, but I swear I’m not! To make it up to you, I baked muffins in your honor. Blueberry muffins. Really excellent blueberry muffins. I’ll think of you as I eat them, or maybe I’ll Fed-Ex a couple up to Philly.
Happy Mother’s Day to my wonderful mother, who puts up with so much from me.
p.s. – I got a job! They’re giving me health insurance! You can stop worrying!
(p.p.s – I’ll post the recipe soon)