Dear El Guille,
I can’t believe this time in our lives is upon us, the time when you start giving me things that you’ve made as presents.
Dear child, I love you to the moon and back and always will. I looked you in the eye and told you that your present was amazing and it made me so happy—and it’s true, your present does make me happy!
However, your present is still ugly.
I will never tell you that to your face, of course. I prefer to have you discover my true feelings when you are 14 and decide (along with the rest of your Freshman class) to go back and read your mothers’ blog entries. For now, I will proudly look at this…tchotchke that is a hot mess of rainbow colors because, as you insisted, “You love rainbows, mama!” I do?
This weekend children all over the land will give their mothers ugly, useless presents from the heart. I think this is how we find out that you can love something ugly, because someone you love gave it to you.
What am I supposed to do with this thing?
And to my mom, sorry about that penguin plate I gave you in the sixth grade; it seemed like a good idea at the time.