I remember when my son was in grade school, a friend and colleague gave him a Star Wars t-shirt. I asked him to write Bill a note letting him know how much he appreciated the gift. When Bill got the thank-you, he turned it over and saw, “Doo-do-do-do-dooh” written about 25 times in a row on the back of the card. He was like, “Was your son having a bad day?” I was horrified and thought this is what happens when you push too hard. Turns out, according to my son, it was the theme song from Star-Wars. You know, “Doo-do-do-do-dooh, Doo-do-do-do-dooh, Da-nah-nah-nah.”  With this in mind, I would like to publish the following sponsored article from CafeMom.com …. 

Being a mom can sometimes be a thankless job. Sure, we’re rewarded for our efforts in the form of sweet smiles, sloppy kisses, and painfully adorable stick-figure drawings, but wouldn’t it be nice to get some actual written acknowledgment from time to time? Here’s what they’d probably write:

Dear Mom,

Thank you for …

• Trying to catch my puke with your hands that time I got carsick.

• Making plain buttered noodles for me for two weeks straight when I refused to eat anything else.

• Laughing instead of screaming when you saw that crayon masterpiece on the wall.

• Always finding the other shoe.

• Pretending to be a superhero.

• Actually BEING a superhero.

• Letting me watch the same TV show over and over and over and over again.

• Snuggling with me in your bed when I was too scared to sleep in mine.

• Letting me spit my chewed-up food into your hand when I didn’t like the way it tasted.

• Not cleaning up the car “racetrack” I made on the living room floor (even though you tripped over it on your way to bed).

• Serving ice cream for dinner at least once every summer.

• Indulging me when I asked you to let me wear your lipstick and/or high heels.

• Leaving the light on in the hallway at night.

• Scooping my poop out of the tub with your bare hands.

• Cutting my grilled cheese into triangles and cutting off the crusts.

• Helping me wash my hands after I went “exploring” in the trash can.

• Not getting mad when I wiped my nose on your sleeve AFTER you handed me a tissue.

• Telling me you love me every single chance you get.