Thanks for: Dressing Like A Disney Princess at Work

Dear Mom,

Just because I’m in my twenties and going in to work does not mean that I can’t secretly dress like a Disney Princess. You didn’t flinch when I wore the Batman shirt under my blazer or the Captain America earrings or inadvertently told my boss that I thought leopard onsies should be acceptable work attire – so it’s odd to me that the dressing like Elsa amuses you.

I mean it’s not like I’m wearing a gown and throwing snow at people. I bet my boss hasn’t even realized that I’m dressed like Elsa.

After all, when we bought the shirt you didn’t realize that I loved it for it’s Elsa-ness. To be fair, I didn’t even realize it. I was just like ‘I need a shirt. That shirt is blue. I like blue. I will try on that shirt.’

I truly am the most avid of shoppers.

Then I put the shirt on, looked in the mirror, and choked on air. The shirt was light blue, had tiny silver divet/sequin/embellishments (I don’t what you call them) all over it, and when I lifted my arms it got all drappy like a cape might be involved. Let It Go needed to be sung. I immediately did not care if it was form flattering or not, it was the Elsa shirt and I wanted it.

Thankfully you actually know what looks good on me (FYI this is why you still accompany me on shopping trips), and you gave the shirt the stamp of approval as I stared at the mirror with snowflakes in my eyes. You only realized it was my ‘Elsa shirt’ when I accidentally called it that trying to describe it to someone.

But I am so thankful for this shirt. I put it on with my dress pants, throw my hair into a side braid (a genuine challenge for this curly mass), and pop on a snowflake necklace – suddenly I’m a Princess. Or a Queen. Queen Elsa of Arendelle. And if you don’t think that mindset follows you throughout the day, well, you’ve got another think coming.

Because I spend the whole day prancing on air because that’s what royalty does, Mom.

Nothing can touch me, everything gets down efficiently, and please save the person who tries to be rude – Queens don’t take no nonsense. So go ahead and smile at my shenanigans, I know you love your nerd.

And thank you shirt, for being so inspiring.



Thanks For: Mother Desperately Trying to Understand Technology

Dear Technology Challenged Mom,

You’ve mastered the Kijiji ad, you’ve adjusted to Windows 8, you’re mostly okay with the majesty of touch screens. But now you want to work on Dad’s advertising both at the office and at home – as your daughter it’s fallen to me to take on this hair-pulling, mind-blowing task of teaching you how. Mother. It’s time to understand The Dropbox.

I’m sorry for laughing when you didn’t know how to get to your files. It was laugh or cry a little. I was trying to keep it all upbeat. That’s difficult when you seem to think that your Kijiji account can only be accessed from one specific computer. Thanks for not questioning me when I popped a shortcut onto Chrome. Thank you for rolling with it. Thanks past me for teaching mother how to use Chrome and not Internet Explorer like the Father.

Sigh. Sadness.

But thanks for trying so hard mother. I know this is frustrating for both of us. I promise that ctrl c and ctrl v really are the same as clicking with the mouse. At least you know how to copy and paste. I’m thankful that you can at least do things. I’m thankful that you realize how aggravating it is to move at a pace that a turtle could beat without all that sketchy rabbit napping.

Just remember how happy you were when you first got it the dropbox to work at home! You said, and I quote, “It’s just like magic.”

Let’s not do it again,



Thanks for: Adorable Cell Phone Moms

Dear Mom,

I figure that The Mother is always a good place to start when expressing one’s thankfulness. This could be thankfulness either for your existence mom or it could be thankfulness for the things that you do. 

I’m not entirely sure if we’re being honest. Which we are because as you’ve said multiple times, honestly is your key thing. 

I feel like that might have come across sarcastically. It wasn’t intended to be sarcastic. Loving honesty is a fantastic thing. It’s hard to control one’s sarcastic tendencies  without tone and with only 5 minutes to compose a letter. So I’m really not being sarcastic. Shocking, I know. Okay, that bit was sarcastic. 

But I’m not talking about sarcasm here. I’m talking about you and my thankfulness. There’s nothing specific occurring to me right now but when I thought ‘what am I thankful for’ well, ‘Mom’ was the first answer. So congratulations. You are my default thankfulness. 

Let me think of something more specific. I’m thankful for the adorable way that you get excited whenever you get a text message. 

Yes that was the first thing that came to mind. 

But I actually think it’s a good one. You love getting texts. Your whole face lights up when it does that annoying ding because you won’t turn off the sound and you scurry over and check who it was. You know, sometimes I worry about you and I want to make sure that you’re having a good day and talking to your friends and when that little phone dings and you light up like how I imagine I did when you acquired milk chocolate chipits it makes me happy. 

I would say more but my timer is insisting that my 5 minutes are over. 

So thank you Mom for loving the ding on your cell phone and being adorable about it.