Mother's Day Musings

Today is Mother's Day and it is stunning outside. What most mothers strive for on this day is sometime where they do not feel like they are mothers. Time to dance around the kitchen imagining slimness, a cigarette figure. A time, or no time, when you were cool, fun, and full of Ford Escort slick, stick shift promise.

What the fuck happened? Belly stretching babies, boring benign kid conversation and exhausted, erratic anarchy  - arrested adult development.

However on this day, we accept the construction paper cards, mâché fans,  flowers and a promise of magical memories. We love the little critters because we created them but sometimes I want to put them in a shoebox-shrunken and secreted away.

Some moms are better than other moms just like servers, drivers and/or police officers. You get what you get and make do. However, many times throughout the day I whisper: "I want my mom!" You know the mom that knows me, hears me, checks on me and sincerely loves me anyway. I hope I am that kind of Mom and  that you have or had that kind of mom. If not this lifetime, the next.

We all need our mamas and big vats of their sugar love.