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I still think I may write the sonnet and give it to her nevetheless. Thanks for a lovely, thought-provoking essay, Garrison. I've been feeling my way around the fringes of finally forgiving my mother for some pretty horendous parenting, and this may just be the final nudge I need. "My story has grown tiresome" even to me. And what better way to celebrate the day, as a mother myself? My mother's made great strides in her life, and yet for years, it's been difficult for me to let myself get closer to her. It's really time to let it all go and move forward. After all, our mothers are only growing older. How much longer will we have them around? Better to let them know now how much we value them, what they mean to us....