To My Dearest Husband,
As you may well have forgotten since you are “not great with calendars”, another Mother’s Day is on the horizon. It is this Sunday, to be very specific. 3 days.
While I do not require anything from Tiffany’s, or a day at the spa, or forced accolades from the children (aside from what may be assigned to them by their school), I thought I would offer just one gift idea.
I have admired others’ Pandora charm bracelets for years. All the little Eiffel towers and cruise ships signifying their vacations, and golf clubs symbolizing their country club memberships, and though I’ve no desire to keep up with the Joneses and such, I thought maybe a bracelet that represented my own life might be something I’d smile at.
I wouldn’t want an empty bracelet, so I’ve listed some possible charms:
- A golden hazmat suit for all the vomit, feces, and urine I’ve had to clean up over the last several years
- A Murano glass casserole dish. It should be full of artsy leftovers, to symbolize all the food our children have upturned their noses at and wasted. If possible, a tiny tear should dangle from the dish, indicating my sorrow at the children’s insults regarding my cooking
- A silver gas pump. Because I am always driving.
- Golden shopping bags because that is what the kids tell their teachers I do all day
- A silver theatre mask to symbolize years of drama with moms who still act like they are in high school. Usually this charm comes in a pair: one sad mask, one happy. You could save money by only purchasing the sad face, and it would be more accurate anyway
- A two-toned, gold and silver, diet pill capsule, to remind me to refrain from “stress eating”; or if that one is sold out, the silver salad bowl to at least remind me to eat healthy
- This is a custom order, but—a silver representation of that water park we visited on that vacation to Wisconsin. Forget that Colosseum charm, this is something to talk about!
- A golden broken foot, representing several broken toes and other foot injuries caused either by the children, or the extra weight of carrying them
- Do they make a little silver shaky hand? Perhaps suspended from a spring? This would represent the effect of my dependence on caffeine to make it through the day
- A little golden flask. If they are able to engrave, it should say “Mama’s Woodford.”
- A silver star, cracked, to symbolize broken dreams
- A Murano glass praying mantis, in bright green, to summon your attention when I wear the bracelet, and remind you to be cautious around me. Never trust a female mantis, no matter the situation.
- And finally, a tiara! But not the royal, jeweled, intricate kind—more like a crown of thorns.
Thank you in advance!! Oh, and a last reminder—the weight of the bracelet should be heavy. Brick-like weight. I wouldn’t quite say burdensome weight, but…substantial.
Love Always and Forever,