Happy Mother's Day to all who are Mothers (and expectant Mothers)! And to those who are somehow related to Mothers (i.e., all of us), my best to you as well.
I love my Mom, and I know she loves me too. For those that don't know our “dynamic” (my Mom’s word, not mine) however, my Mom and I don't get along so well as we both get older. (The missus and the kids get along just great with Gramma Weaver though, so no problems there).
Today, many things went unsaid between my Mom and myself. So in an effort to "make peace a reality" (for real, my Mom has a bumper sticker on her car that says that - *sigh*), here goes:
Dear Mom -
I understand why you didn't consider my offer of taking you to see the Brewers game today (5/11/08) a suitable Mother's Day gift. You just don't like the baseball. (But Ma, c'mon - the Cards are in town! Dollar Dogs! Pink bats against Breast Cancer!)
As you now know, my missus recommended the gift certificate for the "Spa Day". And many thanks to you for acting like you appreciated the gift. But you don't have to take my missus aside for over an hour to discuss what you want to do while you're there. Just say "thank you, dear" and move on to MY surprise gift.
I know you enjoy the slots, so my thought was to get you a gift card for Potawatomi; but they only do that for food, not slots (or other "gaming"). So I hope you enjoy a "free lunch" on me while working the slots.
As you know, I have issues with gambling. Or, as you would say, an "unfounded religious bias" towards gambling.
Well there is another one of my "unfounded religious bias(es)" that happens to be one of the Ten Commandments: "Honor your father and your mother, so that your days may be long in the land that the Lord your God is giving you."
You are my Mother. You gave me life. I honor this.
Pursuant to that, I honor your fondness for gambling while not enabling it. Enjoy the food, but PLEASE leave before you put any of your beloved government entitlement (aka your Social Security money) into the slots.
I didn't want to get political about this, but…
I’m tired of your asides to the kids when we’re over for Sunday dinner about the "justice" of Indians gaining back what they had "stolen" from them by reaping the benefits of their casinos. And I’m still ticked off about when you called me during the February Presidential primary to say "Guess what? Your Mama just voted Obama!"
Ok rhyme, bad vote.
But you’re still my Mom, and for better or for worse, I’m still your son.
Despite our differences, I love you Ma.
Happy Mother’s Day!
