When I was in college, I started a tradition.
It was my mother's birthday, and I was 500 miles away from home. In a moment of clarity, I walked into a candy store and ordered a one-pound box of mixed milk chocolates to be sent by mail.
She was thrilled to receive it. Never one to give up a great opportunity to please my mom, I turned it into a ritual.
Birthdays and Mother's Day.
Every year during college. Every year after. Even as a grownup with adult children of my own, I still brought my mother her box of milk chocolates.
She always smiled and thanked me profusely, expressing her excitement over her biannual treat.
For 30 years.
Then one day, I was having a casual conversation with my dad about nothing at all and the conversation turned to chocolate.
"Ha," my dad said. "Your mom doesn't even eat M&Ms because they're milk chocolate. She only eats dark."
Ok, let's back up here one little second and recap:
1) I have given my mother chocolate a minimum of twice a year for 30 years.
2) I always bought milk chocolate because ... well ... I like milk chocolate and, after all, who doesn't like milk chocolate?
3) My mother doesn't like milk chocolate.
And yet she didn't say a word.
FOR 30 YEARS.
Because that's what we moms do.
We smile and say thank you and love our children, even when they give us milk chocolate.
Crossposted at Mid-Century Modern Moms