Another Mother’s Day is in
the books. This year Mother’s Day goes
on for two days with gifts, cards, and activities. The best part is that Mother’s Day is one of
these quasi-holidays that somebody just made up.
Score.
My kids are so generous to
me that I have to make some promises back to them:
1. I promise not to kill (intentionally) the New
Guinea impatiens and lavender plant. I’ve
already checked on the Internet to make sure the planter gets the right place on
the patio for the optimal sun/shade experience.
2. I dig through the junk drawer to find a
packet of plant food made for cut flowers.
I promise to keep those red roses alive as long as I possibly can
because they look and smell so good.
3. I promise to improve my mini-golf game so as
not to lose (if even by one point) the next time we head out onto the course.
I don’t give a rat’s
patootie if this really is a holiday from the Land of Make-Believe or not. My kids and I believe, and that’s all that
matters on Mother’s Day. Besides, I
forget my glasses in the car and cannot keep score in mini golf – My kids could
be ripping me off blind, and I won’t be able to tell.
I don’t care.
It’s Mother’s Day. It has been a Mother’s Weekend because we
like to extend celebrations. May you all
be ever-so lucky.
