A Facebook status from a few weeks back: “Damon has too many friends & family members with March/April birthdays. You all’s parents took that summer love thing to heart.”
Dear Mom #3:
So I’m sitting here in your house writing to you. I’m here because I visited a church today not 10 blocks away from your house. I figured that I needed to stop by considering I haven’t seen you since Christmas.
It just so happens that for the second straight year I randomly dropped by on this day, April 5th. Forgetful me, for the second straight year it slipped my mind that today is your birthday. But I somehow ended up on Haskell Ave. right on cue.
Funny thing is, I should have remembered your birthday. You share it with my Not-So-Super Ex-Girlfriend (read the above status message again). But I didn’t remember your day.
So I’m writing this letter to make up for my forgetfulness. And actually, it’s one that needs to be written anyway.
See, you’ve been there for my family like few else have. When my brother and your son became best friends in the sixth grade, we grew into an extended family. I’ve known the security code to your garage door since 1996. I have free reign in your house so long as I put two bottled waters in the fridge for every one I take out. Yes, I remember that rule. Yes, I remember breaking it constantly to the point of upsetting you.
Still, your kitchen is always full of food, and no one who steps foot in it misses a meal. And now that I think about it, I need to take better advantage of this benefit of being your pseudo son.
Seriously though, you can’t imagine how much of an influence you’ve had on the person my brother has become because he’s actually lived under your dominion. Our real parents are good people at heart. But they have issues on top of issues, and you provided him with a stable situation to abide in during some of the roughest periods of his life. I thank you for that because we all can see the man he’s become.
No doubt, I know you’re crazy too (you admitted it a few minutes ago, remember?). But who of us isn’t? Which one of us walking this earth doesn’t have his or her flaws.
For myself, I’m just thankful that I know that I can come to you with my real life issues and always walk away with sound advice. Trust, your logical thought process has rubbed off on me over the years, and I’m better for it.
I’m also better for having 24/7 access to your kitchen. The more I think about it, I will be over a lot more often. And I’ll try not to forget your birthday next year. I apologize. Again, Happy Birthday.
Your Son Damon
P.S. It’s only fair that I actually help bring in groceries and take out the trash when I stop by. It helps offset those free meals, right?