Our home had fingerprints, laundry piles, and dishes in the sink, but that’s not what I remember growing up. I remember having fun and playing and feeling the freedom to pull out toys and dress-up clothes without worrying that I’d get in trouble. Thank you for not making a clean house your number one priority, Mom. You’ve given me permission to do the same and, from experience, I know my kids will still feel security and love.
Thank you teaching us how to appreciate classical music, how to play the piano, how to listen to a symphony with our heart and not just our ears. Art and music have brought me so much happiness in life, and you’ve shown me how to pass this on to my children so that they too can enjoy the world of opportunities that art brings.
Thank You for Getting Out Mom, I tip my hat to you. You dragged three kids out of the house for countless adventures, and you did it before double strollers even existed. You taught me as a mother that parks and picnics and trips to the museum are worth every bit of effort. When I’m hauling sand toys and balancing two kids on my hip at the beach, I think about all the times you did it before me. Thank you for paving the road. My kids thank you too.
Thank you Mom for that one time you locked us out of the house and told us we had to play outside for an hour before we came back in? Yeah. I might have been mad then, but thank you for that. You taught us how important it is to move and play and use our surroundings to be entertained. You taught me how to pass that on to my kids, and I’m grateful for that.