Dear Humans,

My mother carried me for nine months and kept me alive for the first few years of my life when I was completely vulnerable. And then the hard part came. Because then the world asked her to put me out into the world.

So she dressed me in corduroy overalls and she spit on her thumb to rub the smudges off my face. And I went to school.

And the best times in my life were those moments when I was out in the world and I made my mother proud. When I made the winning shot, when I sang the beautiful song at the concert, when I brought home an A plus and put it on the fridge.

So whoever it is in your life who loves you like a mother–whoever has the job of presenting you to the world–do your best to make them proud.

I assure you there’s nothing better.

Sincerely,

Mr. Curt