Dear Mama

Hi Mama! It's me! Megan!

I know I haven't been an easy child. Not having any children of my own, I can't sympathize, but delivering your second child breech can't have been easy. And I'm really sorry about the tailbone. Two infants and not being able to sit comfortably for months? Yikes... and then, the colic. Really, really sorry. So sorry. I think it made for my iron-clad stomach that I have, so yea me! But sorry for all the shrieking and wailing. Sounds. Awful. Hate that I did that.

And I'm sorry about being a total snot to you as a teen. You didn't deserve that. Turns out, you were right all along! I should have listened. But I didn't. I was a real jerk.

And I'm so glad that we got to be sorority sisters in college! That really meant a lot to me. It may be a silly, sentimental notion, but I really am glad we got to share that together.

And I'm really sorry about that party a few days before my wedding. I shouldn't have had that much to drink and made you come out to get me when all you wanted to do was get some sleep and get ready for a wedding that you were throwing for me. I should have known better.

And I am so grateful that you let me and a young husband live with you and dad for the better part of a year when we were trying to get our lives together. We had fun, I know we did, but that can't have been easy to have a home you expect to retire in and come home every night to another houseful of people when probably all you wanted was a little peace and quiet.

And I'm sorry about having to come back home and live with you again while my marriage fell apart and I went through a divorce and the darkest days of my life. So sorry. That can't have been pleasant. But I'm so grateful you did.

Thank you. I don't know how you did it. I don't know if I could have done it. But you did. And you did it magnificently.

If I get one rub of a magic lamp, my wish would to be just like you. I know that's not possible, but I'm going to try. In the meantime, I'll do the next best thing:

I'll let the young women in my life know they are loved. I will let them know they are beautiful, and kind and generous.

I will gently tell them when they are wrong, and gently curb their behavior. When they are not kind or generous, I will remind them that it is imperative to always be kind and generous.

When the mess up royally, I will still love them, but I will also be unafraid to whip some ass.

I will teach them even when they learn reluctantly.

I will always, always, ALWAYS take the time to listen to what they say, even if all I want to do is fall asleep.

So, on this Mother's Day, please remember that you weren't just a good mama, you ARE the BEST. And if I can shadow even just a fraction of that goodness, I'll be doing all right.

But no way I hold a candle to you.

my royal highness super woman mama and plain ole me