I'm in Big Trouble

Next Sunday is Mother's Day. Not good.

As a husband and father, Mother's Day is a breeze. My kids have already started making things for Mikki, and I have no trouble finding ways to show her that we appreciate her.

My Mom is the problem. Every year I go through this stress of trying to find her the right gift. I can't think of a single way to show her how special she is. The worst part is that I thought of the perfect gift a month ago, and then I forgot what it was. It's bad enough to have no good ideas, but it's even worse knowing that there is a perfect idea, lost in the abyss of my noggin.

The oddest part of it all is that I am a total momma's boy. If you look at my e-mail, the person I write to the most is my mom. When I call home, I greet my dad and ask to talk to my mom. When I was 18 and in college, Mikki used to tease me because I would call my mom everyday. She is the most important person that doesn't live in my house.

Why is this so hard? Gift cards are impersonal. Flowers are too mushy (she'd assume Mikki sent them because she knows I never would). I can't take her out to eat because she lives 10 hours away. Her hobbies include working over-time, vacationing, and visiting grandkids. Not much to work with.

Anyhow, there's a chance that she looks at my blog once in a while, so I'll use the rest of my space to say that my mom is the greatest and I am the luckiest kid ever to have had her. Oh, and I love her. I'd hate to leave that part out.

If anyone has a perfect gift idea, let me know. Next week I get to start stressing about Father's Day. Don't get me started...