I believe in small, meaningful gifts for holidays — ever so personalized and always very simple. For me, Mother’s Day is no different. And in an effort to share with you how great of a mother I had/have, I want to let you see my Mother’s Day gift for yourself:

This year, I joined a slew of talented bloggers, authors and writers to create an anthology entitled, “Stories I’ve Only Told My Mom.” It’s for sale here for $4.99 (a steal once you see and read the beauty inside) and I’d encourage you to pick up a copy to share with your own mother. The anthology is full of laughter, tears and memories you’ve undoubtedly experienced throughout your [sometimes rocky] relationships with your own mother.

The funny thing about my relationship with my mother? We talked very little growing up. You know, about real stuff. There were jokes and snippets of advice… the occasional lecture. To be honest, I always wondered why other kids were having “the talk” with their mothers and mine was still hosting Rod Stewart dance parties in our kitchen — seemingly oblivious to the weighty issues of a freshman in high school. While writing my essay, however, I realized that by giving me and my two other sisters the freedom to figure things out on our own, my mother was teaching us independence. Prepping us for the day we would leave her plaid-upholstered, VHI1-blaring nest.

In my essay, I shared a conversation I had with my mother about employment — the very conversation that led me to do what I do here, every day. It was fairly one-sided; my mother said but one sentence. And that one sentence is something I remember weekly — and has become my self-employment mantra ever since.

I’d love for you to give it a read and ponder your own relationship with your mother. While you’re thinking about it, share it with her in whatever way you can. She’ll laugh, cry and perhaps even bake you her killer brownies.

Here’s hoping.

Happy Mother’s Day.

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