In case you forgot, like I did, that Mother's Day is a thing and it's two weeks away, remind yourself why you love your mom. Sure, there's one special day where people all over post Instagram pics of their moms with long messages of how brilliant she is to people that don't really know her, but moms are worth more than that, something like a small poem two whole weeks before Mother's Day:

I may or may not be in dire need of a

small loan of $250.

Hey, it’s your fault too, Birthgiver,

you never said anything about

stopping your bike at the stop sign.

I know, I said I wouldn’t call about money,

but I swear the Universe is obsessed with booby traps.

You can yell at me and call me careless,

but we both know—

according to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary for Moms—

the third definition of

“How could you be so stupid?”

is

I love you.

no, seriously, you do.

Age isn’t a disease

when a twenty-year-old can call you his

best friend, and the gray hairs make your

advice feel like medallions around my neck.

You don’t need a Snapchat filter

to make your eyes sparkle—

intelligence,

an avid concern for others,

laughter,

happy tears,

and so much forgiveness you could run a marathon with it—

your eyes don’t stay one

color for long.

you’re such a freaking inspiration, Ma.

I’ve seen you hold back whole seas

behind your eyelids,

tear manes off of men

who think they’re lions,

rebuild your soul with quake-proof beams

to combat life’s seismological anger.

I’m so proud to call you my mother.

that your essence is engrained

in every movement I make

and in the pauses between my sentences.

You are my doctor and my psychiatrist,

you are my rock and my wind,

you are the only mirror that always

reflects the best parts of me.

You’re awesome, Ma,

and I just wanted to let you know