Every year, I go to the Coach store and buy my mother a scarf, or a handbag, or a wallet, or a hat, or a pair of shoes — things she likes, but would never buy for herself. She tells me often that the only nice clothes she owns are the ones I bought for her. This isn’t entirely true. My siblings have given her some lovely things or gifted her with money to buy whatever she wants. But it is true that the two of us have gone shopping together the most.
Did you know that parents have an official day? In the United States, Parents’ Day falls on July 28 this year. But in Korea, Parents’ Day is today. What’s that, you say? You’ve never heard of Parents’ Day? Truth be told, I wasn’t familiar with the day myself. But now that I’m a mom, hey, I’ll take whatever holiday you want to throw my way.
These two little preschoolers have no preconceived notions of who you’re supposed to love. They just know that if you’re very lucky, you get to marry your best friend.
All parents have those days when they fantasize about getting their kids out of the house. But when it actually happens, it’s often a bittersweet moment. My 3-1/2 year old son started preschool this week. He didn’t want to go. I know this because he said, “I don’t want to go.” While part of him was intrigued by the idea of attending school like some of his friends, the cling-on part of him didn’t want to go anywhere if he couldn’t be with me.
One day, you and I will argue and you will get angry with me—you may even resent me and wish you had a different mother. Just remember that I let you kick me in the head and chest almost every night that you have been home with us so far. But only because you’re so cute. And even if you ever wish you had a different mother, just know that I will always be so happy and grateful that you are my son. You are my everything.