I could spend some words and time rambling here about how my Mom loves and loves hard every day, how regardless of where her children are and what they are doing, she manages to support them in large and small ways, how she exhibits a selflessness that is not only aspirational, but nearly seems made up, but is so very real. But for the sake of time, I will just leave this picture of this soothing lavender gift basket my Mom sent ME, because she was ‘thinking of me on Mother’s Day,’ and just let it speak for its self. Gift Basket, after you:

Gift Basket: ‘DO YOU SEE WHAT’S HAPPENING, HERE?’

Me: I do, Gift Basket.

Gift Basket: YOU ARE SO LUCKY.

Me: …..I know.

Gift Basket: I FEEL LIKE YOU’RE NOT REALLY GETTING IT. SOME PEOPLE’S MOTHERS ARE PSYCHO OR DEAD OR PSYCHO AND ALSO DEAD.

Me: Okay, I get it!

Gift Basket: DO YOU? DO YOU?!

Me: YES!

Gift Basket: NEVER FORGET.

Me: Did my mom pay extra for you to shout at me?

Gift Basket: NO THIS IS JUST MY VOICE. NOW PLEASE ESCORT ME TO THE BATHROOM, SO I MIGHT BEGIN MY LIFE’S WORK.