Mom, I found a lovely card for you, and it's in the mail. But it will arrive late, as always.
It's not that I don't think of you as your birthday or other special occasion approaches. I have lots of time for the thinking part. But I'm always doing something else at the same time and just don't take that couple of minutes to stop, grab a card from my stash, address it and get it in the mail. And sometimes I don't have the right card to send.
Maybe one of your other children is better at this than I am--my sister, most likely. Perhaps she has a life a little more in control than mine, a little more predictable or better regulated. Maybe she's better at watching the calendar and writing things down. My calendar is still on April.
Even though I may not be the most diligent of offspring, my life is never dull, and I like to believe that's what you would wish for me.
Happy Mother's Day.