All of your mothers pale by comparison in their abilities to bring joy into your life 3000 miles from home because, I am fairly confident to say, none of you have ever received a blue lightsaber in a care package before.
Oh yes, four months after the fact, my mother has continued
The Lightsaber Quest, and not only did she find the object which we sought, but she even found it in the Obi-Wan Kenobi blue I wanted.
I also now possess Halloween decorations and goodies for the Brandeisians (sometimes, I feel like my mother sends more for them than for me), hand-drawn stationary of Old Seattle, my hiking boots and Gortex coat, more books to read for pleasure and some local newspaper clippings, among other exciting items.
I have the coolest mother in the world because she not only packs each box with more thought than I put into a major term paper, but she does it so frequently that I'm still ogling over the contents of the last box when the next one arrives. I am one lucky girl, and I hope that if I have kids myself some day, I can be half the caretaker my mother is.