Dear Mothers,
I forgot that Mother's Day was this weekend. In fact, somebody called me two days ago and told me his family was going away for Mother's Day weekend; after some argument with him, I checked the calendar only to find that oh, indeed, blast and bomb!--I'd misplaced my mental date and had nothing in the mail.
My mother and mother-in-law, many apologies. To my mother, from whom I inherited my scatter-brained way with dates, I also send excuses hoping she will give a nod at the loins, etc., from which I sprang and understand. To my dear mother-in-law, who remembered me on Mother's Day, I send only apologies. To both I send all my love and gratitude. You both did a fantastic job with your children.
Mom C. and Elspeth, one year ago, Mother's Day.
Mom Cockroft, you molded a treasure of a man--I love him more every day. And I've loved having you in my life for twelve good years.
My Mother & Bea, two years ago
And Mama Mia, thanks to you, I enunciate words like "butter" well and know I should not speak with my mouth full. I never use bad grammar except on purpose. I know how to set a complicated table. I make good eye-contact upon introduction with strangers and clasp a hand without a hint of fish-fingers. I can prepare the house for thirty guests in only forty-five minutes. I can make a party out of a head of lettuce and a home out of little to no money. I hold my head high even when humiliated and know how to make a pretty apology when I book three things for the same time--another two traits you passed down to me. I can laugh uproariously while not under the influence of anything but daily life and enjoyment of a moment. I take action when stressed and mix up my metaphors and colloquialisms. I am closer to appreciating your freezing annual New Year's picnics than I was. I try not to pay too much attention to appearances. I try to dance in church at least a little. I love good people and demand respect from every person because I am innately worthwhile. I can let go. I can eat a whole box of Crunch and Munch in one sitting. I know I should not substitute safety pins for buttons. (Sorry, I still do.) For all these things, and more, I thank my good mother.
Elspeth, two years ago, interacting with her favorite medium
Merry, three years ago
Happy Mother's Day to all you women who nurture and treasure others!
