A MOTHER’S LETTER…

Hello, my child. I’m writing to propose a deal. I’ve thought about it a lot, and I believe it would benefit both of us. I won’t force you to accept it, but please, hear me out.

I don’t want you to be sad, but the truth is, one day, we will all leave this world. Some sooner, some later, but eventually, our time will come. I know that when my time comes, you will be heartbroken. I can already picture you dressed in black, rushing to say your goodbyes, carrying a wreath or a bouquet of roses. I see you crying and following all the rituals of farewell.

So, here’s my deal… Instead of bringing me flowers when I’m gone, why not bring them to me now? After all, once I’m dead, I won’t be able to see how beautiful they are or enjoy their fragrance.

What if, instead of people drinking coffee at my wake, you come now, and we share a cup together? I’m sure it will taste much better than the one they’ll serve that day. You know I have my special way of making coffee, and we can enjoy it with those little pastries you love so much.

And instead of wearing a black suit to my funeral, why don’t you come today, dressed however you like, and we go out for a nice dinner? Don’t worry, it’s on me.

I imagine that on that day, you’ll come with your partner and your children (if you have them), all looking sad. But what if, instead, you come now? I could cook something delicious for you, your partner, and your children. We could watch a movie like we did when you were little, or go for a walk together and have some ice cream—because you know how much I love it.

Instead of desperately traveling to get to my funeral on time, why not visit me now, while I’m still here? That day, we won’t be able to talk or share stories. I have so many things to tell you, so much advice to give, but you are always so busy. How about taking a little break today so we can just talk?

Tell me, my child, what do you think of my deal? Let’s trade the day of my death for a day of life together. That way, we can truly enjoy each other’s company. Because when I’m gone, I won’t be here to see any grand gestures or hear beautiful words. And tell me, who would you be making that funeral for if I won’t be there to see it?

Forgive me for writing this, my love, but I miss you. You are wiser than those who cry for their mothers only after they are gone—those who blame God for taking them away but never thanked Him for the days they had to love them. So many people regret not kissing their mothers enough while they were alive, yet they try to make up for it once they’re gone.

So, my child, come now and cover me with kisses, because I will be here to receive them.

When I was young, I used to feel excited when a boy gave me flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals, or wrote me sweet words to win my heart. You know what? I still feel that way. And I promise you, a single rose from you would mean more than all the flowers I’ve received in my entire life. But it has been a long time since anyone has given me anything… If only you knew how happy a small gesture from you would make me.

Because yes, children should also be thoughtful with their parents. One day, when you have your own children, you will understand. You will realize that a simple gift, a hug, or a shared moment is worth more than any treasure.

Well, my child, I won’t take up any more of your time. I just wanted to trade the day of my death for a day of life with you. So that your tears turn into smiles, so that you kiss me now and never regret not having done it enough, so that the time we spend together becomes a joyful memory, not a regret.

I have so much advice to give you—don’t let me take it to the grave…

So tell me, my love, will you accept my deal?

With all my love,
Your mother, who adores you.