Spelled Joan. Pronounced Joanne. Likes: Coldplay, Perks, tea, wine, football (both kinds), Emma Watson, elephants, Game of Thrones, medium-well steak, corn on the cob, lots of film, and the word "luminous".
She’s got like three middle names, which is how I ended up with three middle names (no one knows what they are, it’s a heavily-guarded secret).
She has super curly hair, and her hair is almost an afro in the pictures of her when she was a kid. Funny because both my brother and I have mostly-straight hair.
She’s a civil engineer (along with my biological father, it’s how they met). This was a huge reason why I didn’t want to go into civ eng for so long: I don’t like living under anybody’s shadow, especially not my own parents, but cheesy as it is to say, I fell in love with our profession. Alas, their only daughter followed in their footsteps.
We used to watch a lot of shows together when I was younger, like: The Nanny, Dawson’s Creek, etc. (most of our bonding is done in front of a TV).
She knows exactly how long my steak needs to be cooked.
She put me in a bunch of sports when I was very young - gymnastics, swimming, soccer; you name it, I’ve probably done it. I think she was trying to get me to fall in love with one of them and focus on that, but then I ended up loving all of them (I was very tomboy-ish under age 12), and so I ended up doing most of them in leagues/clubs for a loooooong time. And she, you know, as a lot of moms do, dealt with that…driving to practices and recitals and dealing with injuries and laying down the cash. I’m pretty much a money-drain.
She actually introduced me to yoga, believe it or not. She brought me to one of her classes and I fell in love with the practice and our instructor. The instructor started her own yoga clinic and left our old place and I haven’t met a better (or even equal to, tbh) instructor since.
My mom and I used to butt heads a lot over the most stupid things, and she’s the master of the silent treatment. We’d fight for a while then one day she’d start talking to me again and all is well.
Last month I told her on a Wednesday night that I missed soccer (it’s been a while since I’ve played), and the next night she tells me that she bought us MLS tickets for that weekend (such good seats too, damn).
She sends me the best texts and e-mails. Seriously. I once told her I got a 98% on a university computer programming midterm and she sent me a picture of cake in reply and said I could eat 98% of it.
She gets us ‘The Nutcracker’ tickets yearly, along with tickets to other plays/musicals that I love seeing.
This list is getting super long and I could say so much more so in summary: “Happy mother’s day! I obviously don’t say this very much because I’m an asshole but thank you for everything you’ve done for me; I really appreciate it. Hope you like the present. :) Love always, Joan.” (This is also what I wrote on her mother’s day card this year.)