This morning, on the ride to school, my daughter asked if Mother's Day is this Sunday. I replied that it was and she said I still didn't buy you a gift but I made you something. I assured her that was more than fine and reminded her how much I love homemade gifts and cards. As I drove away, I began to think of what I really want from my kids for Mother's Day. At the risk of sounding really corny, here goes:
I want my kids to be happy and healthy. I want them to be ethical and moral now, and for their whole lives. I want them to be nice to everyone, even the times when that can be really difficult. I want them to do well in school and strive to be the best they can--without getting stressed about it. I want them to have jobs they really love to do. I want them to be well rounded independent thinkers, and never follow the crowd--at any age. I want them to love me even when they are teenagers (they claim now that they will!). I want them to respect their country, and fully understand how lucky we are to live in America. I want them to know the names of all our states, their capital cities and how to correctly spell them (yes, for real). I want them to always try to make good choices and do the right thing in any situation. I want them to be safe drivers and respect the rules of the road. I just want them to be everything they want to be. I will continue to guide them to try to make sure these things happen as best I can. If I get really close, that's my lifelong Mother's Day gift. Really, it's a gift for every day.
Oh, and speaking of gifts, that shiny new black Maserati wouldn't hurt either...just thought I'd give it a shot.