Warning: Greeting Card Level Sentimentality Ahead
Despite this post, I’m not really a greeting card nut— I buy them regularly for a small handful of family and friends, usually for birthdays, but for every store-bought greeting card I send, I probably also send a homemade handmade card that I design and make myself on the computer, with specialty paper and other good “arts & craft” stuff, using a generic “Happy Birthday!” or “Happy Holidays” inside along with the same message I would have written inside if it was a store-bought card.
But weirdly— or maybe not so weirdly, considering how much effort I put into the cards I make myself— when I do use a store-bought greeting card, I take a fair amount of time picking one out because I actually care about the message. Now, I know this is kind of a chick thing, as Kevin James illustrates here so hilariously. But really, I respect the written word a lot and I take a lot of care in what I write by my own hand, so why wouldn’t I be just as particular about picking a pre-written, mass-marketed message to speak for me? Especially when they’re really long and get into the particular beauties of whatever relationship the card is supposed to be part of, but it’s like I hate lying so much that I won’t even send a superficially nice card if I don’t agree with every word of it. I’d rather just send a cheesy card with a picture of dynamite on the front and the message “Hope your birthday’s a blast!” (and write in my own sappy words) than one with an intricate floral design and a long poem talking about how you carried me through my toughest moments, without judgment or a harsh word, blah, blah, blah, if it’s not 100% true. Call me a freak, but hey, that’s just me.
Of course, this is all a roundabout way of getting around to the fact that I DID find a greeting card with the lace and flowers and the long poem that I really did like and wanted to send because I liked the message. Ironically, I found it while on the phone with my mom, browsing through a Walgreens to kill time before the next train home.
So, here it is— this has been an incredible difficult year for my entire family, as a whole and individually, and we continue to struggle each day, but on my mom’s birthday today (or at least the day we celebrate it— don’t even get me started on lunar vs solar calendars), I have to acknowledge not only how amazingly strong she is— she’s the strongest person I know, probably— but how much she has been my support and comfort through one of the most difficult year— yearS really— of my life, even when she has had every reason and right to be more pre-occupied with, thinking and worrying, about the unbelievably tough things she was going through everyday. I’ll let the card say the rest (pictured above, text below— I’m probably violating some type of greeting card copyright or fair use doctrine, but whatever):
A mom’s love is an unspoken promise,
to be kind,
to be wise,
to be there.
It’s hard to describe
how much it means
having a mom like you…
the joy that comes
from being loved,
the confidence that comes
from being believed in,
the sense of security that comes
there’s always someone
to depend on…
It’s hard hard to describe how much you
Because you mean so very much.