When you were a little child, you were learning how to walk, and you fell and hit your head on the corner of a coffee table in the living room, and while the bump swelled up from under the skin on your skull, your mother ran over to you, kneeling down on the carpet, and she kissed the knot forming. While you still felt an excruciating amount of pain in your head, you stifled your tears because it made it all better.
When you were learning how to ride a bike without the training wheels in the cul-de-sac of the neighborhood that you grew up in, my mom spent days and days hovering over you to make sure you didn’t fall. Just when she wasn’t looking, you fell off the bike, and as your knees skid against the asphalt, you felt tears weld up in the underbelly of your eyelids, but before you could even release a scream, your mom was there by your side, pulling you up to your feet and brushing the dirt away from your dusty clothes.
When you were being a little too rambunctious as a preteen, you hopped from one dining room chair to the other just to get the sugar rush out of your bones, but you had no idea that your mother had recently reupholstered the cushions of the seats, so when your toes couldn’t quite grip the edge of the seat, you lost your balance, falling to the ground, and a silver staple that stuck out of the new cushion sliced into your shin, and in the moments that you watched the cut fill up with blood, you tried to stop yourself from crying. Your mom came into the room from the loud thud you made on landing, and she got a bandaid and some peroxide, and while it stung, you felt better in the end knowing that she was there to take care of you.
When you were learning to drive, she handed you the keys to her car as you both sat in the red sedan, and you gently pulled out of the driveway. You did a few laps around the neighborhood, but in the few seconds you looked away from the road to smile at your mother in the passenger seat, a fluffy-tailed squirrel had exited a neighbor’s house and ran in front of your vehicle. You heard yourself hit it, and before you even got the car in park could scream out in pain, your mother reached out and grabbed you by the arm and hugged you because she knew how much this was going to hurt you inside.
When you told your mom all about the guy at school that you thought was cute, and while she cringed through the whole discussion, she offered advice on how to be yourself around this person. She was there when you found out that he liked you back, and she laughed as you did a little dance in the kitchen about it while she was stirring pasta on the stove. She was there when you got home from your first date, and you didn’t want to speak a single word of what had happened to her, so you kept yourself locked up in your room while she waited downstairs. She was there when you had your heart broken, and while you cried and thought that the world was never going to be the same, she held you close and reassured you that this was all a part of life, and how you will feel okay again very soon.
When you graduated from high school and then college, she was there in the stands, crying and cheering you on as she clapped her hands together in the crowded rooms. She didn’t care who heard her screaming for her child who was walking across that stage in a black gown with a mortarboard atop your head while the tassel tickled your chin as you returned to your seat, clutching your diploma.
What do you get a mother that’s been there for you for it all? You get the best personalized gift for mom of knowing that she cares with photo-to-text. By just uploading an image of the two of you when you were younger or maybe even from one of your graduations, you can add words to the image by telling her exactly everything you need to. You can thank her for being there for you. You can make jokes about how you cried over that guy whose name you can’t even remember anymore. You can let her know that she’s the most important thing in the world to you because you know that you’re the most important thing to her, and that’s a beautiful thing.
Even if your mom isn’t too handy, there’s no need to worry. Just choose from one of three different canvas sizes, and the picture will ship to your home ready to hang up on the wall. Do you want to put over the spot where you first fell and hit the coffee table? You can do that. Imagine how happy your mother will be when she sees everything you’ve written creating an image of the two of you every single day, and she can even share the photo with everyone on her social media, so all of her friends and family will be begging to tell her how fantastically she raised you. After all, while you’re no longer a child, you’ll always and forever be her baby.