This post is for the people who have the babies:
Moms.
Women.
But more specifically one woman, my mom.
Thanks for your efforts!
We’re all trying too.
These posts are supposed to go out in the morning, but this one is dedicated to my poor dear mother so of course I’m late.
My poor dear mother.
She had me for a son.
My poor dear mother wanted to make nice photos.
I wanted to make ugly faces.
My poor dear mother wanted nice family dinners
I have never been able to behave
My poor dear mother wanted love, reassurance and safety. My poor dear mother wanted to know that I was going to be ok.
I have lived the kind of life such that I’m surprised that my behaviour hasn’t lost all of her hair due to worry.
My poor dear mother always sees that other people have their needs met.
And me?
I’ve been trying to be more loving and attentive.
This year for mother’s day, I thought about it.
Most mothers days I would manage a card to her by sundown. Then, I moved away. Once I moved away and stopped paying attention to all and any media, ‘Mother’s Day’ left my mind completely.
This year I thought about mothers day on Thursday. So, on Thursday, mom got flowers.
She was delighted.
Today?
I’ll likely be late for dinner and probably will arrive with nothing for her.
That’s ok. Mothers day happened earlier this week.
And that’s just it. Mothers’ day as decided upon by it’s creators at the greeting card companies is a random non holiday.
Celebrate it when you want.
And?
If you’ve wild wiring like me, the more random and surprising and perhaps frequently mothers day happens, the better.
Love your moms.
And when you screw up if your mom has a heart, your efforts will be enough.
And if she expects more, she can delight in her disappointment.
Happy mothers day mom.
Whenever we’re together it’s Mother’s Day! Love you always and forever! 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕