My darling Momma

When I was 13 I went to summer camp for a week- one that my sister, Krista, had gone to the summer before and loved. When I went I was still in the throws of teenage shyness and awkwardness- not knowing anyone there and not wanting any attention.
Unfortunately the camp had a supposedly fun policy that any camper who received more than 3 pieces of mail on a given day had to get up and sing 'I'm a little teapot' in front of everyone. My mom knowing this and being totally taken in by the idea this is a fun policy had everyone in my family - including the cats - write me separate letters. I knew I was in trouble when I got the camp counselor was calling out the names of the campers to come up and get their mail and when he handed me mine I noticed the envelope had a small number 4 in the upper corner. Then came the rest for a total of 5, dooming me to singing with hand movements the chosen song.
Even though I was mortified to get up in front of everyone I still loved my most darling mom for being so thoughtful and thinking of me that week. She's like that, loving, thoughtful and willing to go to great lengths for her children. The best of all mommas.
The reason this camp memory returned to me recently is that lately I've been getting a small package each week with one item of gender neutral baby clothing or other baby article. This last week (the 4th week of the packages in my mailbox) I noticed a small number 4 written in the upper corner and I gave my mom a ring and asked about it. Apparently when she and Krista went to Carter's a while back there was a great sale on and she couldn't resist the darling baby things but thought it would be way more fun for both her and me to send me one at a time rather than one large package (5 more to come). Like I said, she's like that, loving, thoughtful and willing to go to great lengths for her children. The best of all mommas.

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