Because I’ve known you all my life.

Because a black BMX bicycle once made me the happiest boy on the street.

Because you used to dance with me in the kitchen with an apron round your waist.

Because your cheque book was always busy on my behalf.

Because our house was always filled with laughter and the smell of spices.

Because of countless Saturday mornings you gave up to watch a small boy play football.

Because you never expected too much of me or let me get away with too little.

Because of all the nights you sat reading to me at my bedside while I lay sleeping.

Because you never embarrassed me by talking about the birds and the bees.

Because I know there is a faded newspaper clipping in your purse about my scholarship.

Because you always made me polish the heels of my shoes as brightly as the toes.

Because you’ve remembered my birthday 30 times out of 30.

Because you still hug me when we meet.

Because you’ve more than your fair share of grey hair and I know who helped put them there.

Because you’re a marvelous grandmother.

Because you made my wife feel one of the family.

Because you’ve always been there when I’ve needed you.

Because you let me make my own mistakes and never once said “I told you so.”

Because you still pretend you only need glasses for reading.

Because I don’t say thank you as often as I should.

Because it is Mother’s Day.

Because if you don’t deserve gifts from Pods and Petal Giftlab, who does?