What's Really at the End of a Rainbow?

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I wrote this for my Mom for Mother's Day! Please let me know what you think!

Submitted: May 16, 2017

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Picking out a gift for my mom has always been easy for me. The passed few years I have been getting her Alex and Ani bracelets, she wears them all the time. Before that I got her a Pandora bead for her bracelet a few years in a row. Finally, before that I was in grade school, so every year my teacher had a project for us to make as a gift for our Moms. This year was different, though. I wanted to change it up and do something, something that would really surprise her, but I couldn’t think of anything.

Let me explain my mom to you so you can get a better idea of my frustration.

My mom raised me as a single parent until I was ten years old when she married my stepdad. In the beginning she worked three jobs at one time, while attending online college classes. After her graduation she got into the car business as a finance manager. From there moved up to the head of the Internet Department, and then to a Sales Team Leader. Now she is the General Sales Manager. She did this all in about ten years. That’s a lot of promotions in such a short amount of time! Throughout our whole journey as mother and daughter, she has provided me with everything I need and more. She kept a roof over my head, food on the table, payed for sports inside and outside of school. She picked me up from school when I would get sick, and would take care of me until I felt better. She has been there for me through my best times and my absolute worst. She is my best friend.

With all of that being said, I had no idea what the perfect gift would be to say thank you to my mom for the past twenty years of my life.

I started to think about what to get her in early April. My first thought was flowers, but that’s too overdone. I searched all over pinterest for DIY projects, but didn’t find anything that really “wowed” me. So, I decided that for the next few weeks I would focus on what she likes and wants. I would try to spark conversations without making obvious hints.

One day she called me to tell me that she had a 30% off coupon from kohls. I thought this would be the perfect time to find something for her!

“This jacket is really nice,” she said while tugging on the sleeve to pull out the black jacket with a fuzzy hood.

“That would look really good on you!” I said.

“Ehh. I don’t know if fake fur is really my thing.”

My first attempt wasn’t successful.

A few minutes later she got really excited and said, “I love these jeans so much!” I thought this was my chance until she said, “I have them in every color! You should try a pair on, maybe you will like them!” Once again, my opportunity was shot down.

This continued on as we went through the store. There were a few different items that my mom stopped to look at, but nothing that really excited her.

I decided to ask my Grandma what she would want. She suggested a few different things that seemed alright, but again, I just got the feeling that they weren’t right.

“Your mom loves you more than anything in this world, you don’t need to get her a gift. Just tell her how much you love her and she will be more than satisfied with that.”

My grandma’s advice was sweet, but I didn’t want to show up to Mother’s Day brunch empty handed. Everyone else would be handing out gifts, and I didn’t want to disappoint my mom.

Finally the idea hit me, I would write her a poem! She loves my writing and artwork. In fact, she hangs a lot of it up around her home, so I’ll put the frame into a pretty frame!

I ran to grab my notebook and began to brainstorm ideas. I started to jot down ideas for a poem titled “Super Mom.” After a few days of editing I had completed it. A week later I read it again, this time outloud. I decided that it wasn’t good enough, grabbed my notebook, and started to think of new ideas.

My mom and I struggled during my teenage years. I would say I wasn’t the easiest child to deal with. We argued quite often. Usually over stupid little things that sparked my anger. I wanted to grow up faster than I could.

Now that I’m grown I wish I hadn’t have grown up has fast as I did. However, since I have become an adult, my relationship between my mother and I has become much stronger. We rarely argue, if at all. I go to her for absolutely everything. Anytime something good or bad happens to me she is the first person I call. She’s become my number one best friend. So, I decided to write a poem about the journey of our relationship.

Again, I read it a week later, but this time I was satisfied with it.

It was the day before Mother’s Day, and I ran to the flower shop to pick out a frame for the poem I wrote. I decided to go with a beautiful dark brown wood frame, I thought it would match the wood accents in her house.

I printed out the poem once I got home and stuck it in the frame. It fit perfectly.

I flipped it over and read it one last time. But that feeling I had before didn’t come to me again. The poem didn’t feel right, it didn’t feel like the best gift I could give to my mom.

In anger I threw the frame across the room and it slammed against the floor, shattering the glass. I picked it all up and threw it away in the dumpster outside. I was so frustrated. Brunch was less than twenty-four hours away and I still didn’t have a gift for my mom.

I cried myself to sleep that night, listening to the rain.

The next morning I woke up extra early to go out and look for a gift, when it happened.

The rain was just coming to an end as I was getting onto the highway. Once I got around the big on ramp and was pointed in the other direction I laid eyes on the most beautiful rainbow I had ever seen. Something inside of me told me that I had to follow that rainbow to the end, and the perfect gift would be waiting right there!

As I was driving I couldn’t help but think what I would find at the end of the rainbow. Since I was a child, and my mom being enthusiastic about her irish heritage, I’ve been told there’s a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. That would be the perfect gift! It would repay her for everything she has had to pay for me since I was born and then some!

As I got even closer I got the idea that maybe there would be something else at the end of the rainbow. Like a key to a new house, since my mom and stepdad have been looking for their forever home. Then I thought maybe it would be a new car, because my mom’s car has been having issues lately.

I had all of these ideas in my head.

I drove until I came to the end of a gravel road where there was a path leading into the woods. I got out of my car and decided to walk the rest of the way. I began to walk down the path, but by this time my anticipation was growing strong. So, I started to jog.

Once I came close enough I could see bright shining colors, the most beautiful colors I’ve ever seen. Reds, Greens, Purples, all of the colors of the rainbow shining bright in front of me! I ran as fast as I could until I came to an open field.

I found the end of the rainbow!

But there was nothing there.

My whole life I’ve been told stories of what you might find at the end of a rainbow. I even had this feeling in my gut that the perfect gift would be here.

So I turned around and made my way back to my car, hopped in and drove to the Osthoff where we enjoy our Mother’s Day Brunch.

My attitude was clearly much different this time than the previous years. I arrived and walked in to find everyone waiting for me.

“Why are your shoes all muddy?” Asked my mom.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I grunted.

The host showed us to our table, I decided not to sit next to my mom so I wouldn’t feel as bad. Our waitress came to the table and explained the buffet to us. Once she left, the whole family got up to get their first round of food. Once they returned it was gift exchanging time.

My Mom gave my Grandma a beautiful Coach purse that she had been looking at for the passed few months and a card that made my Grandma cry. My Grandma gave my Aunt Sandy two different outfits from the boutique she owns, and they fit her perfectly. Throughout all of the gift giving I kept seeing my mom look over at me from the corner of my eye. I could feel my face getting hot and it began to make it’s way down my body. I didn’t know what to do or say.

My Grandma, not knowing that I ripped up the poem I wrote the night before said outloud, “Aren’t you going to give that thing to your mom?”

I burst into tears.

My Mom immediately ran over and asked what was wrong. I told her that I wanted to get her something special this year to show my true love and appreciation for her and everything she has done for me. That the reason my shoes are all muddy is because I tore up the poem I wrote for her last night and followed a rainbow all the way to its end this morning to try and find a gift for her. But when I got there I couldn’t find anything.

“There is nothing in this world that I love more than you, Paytn. You are the best gift that has ever been given to me, and just seeing your face makes my day. Knowing that you love me is the best gift you could give me this Mother’s Day. Thank you for spending time and eating brunch with me and everyone else I love.”

That’s when I realized two things.

First, I have the best mom a girl could ask for.

Second, I did find her the best gift at the end of the rainbow. You might not be able to see it, but I felt it there. I knew I felt something. It was love.

 



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