I tip my hat to every last glorious mom today. I hope your families treated you with the deference, respect and love to which you are entitled. I hope you were able to call the shots today, without having to make any pesky decisions. That is always the greatest gift.
I was well pleased with some lovely flowers from the Spousal Unit, and the Resident Offspring not only baked me a lemon loaf, but went above and beyond by giving me Jonathan Goldstein's new book Ladies and Gentlemen, the Bible, which is funny because I was going to buy that for her birthday. I tell you, that girl has unerring taste.
It was a glorious day here today. We did the first bit of yard work for the season, raking up the myriad of spruce cones that fell over the winter. Seriously, I have never seen so many spruce cones in my life. Normally I leave them to decompose, but every square inch of the yard was covered this spring. My next-door-neighbour, who seems to have a rampant hatred of all things spruce cone, has been out there scooping them up five times already.
The Spousal Unit then sensibly settled into a sunny spot with a fishing magazine, but of course my anal retentive German genes kicked in and I had to clean all the patio furniture, sweep the hell out of the deck and patio, and aerate the composter for good measure before I was comfortable in sitting down with a glass of wine and the newspaper.
But possibly my favourite part of Mother's Day is that I now have the family trained not to ask me what I want for supper. They understand that the best thing is not having to think about supper. I don't care what I eat, frankly, as long it miraculously appears. And if that means microwaved popcorn or leftover salad, I am good with that. I also know that given his druthers, the Spousal Unit will always order KFC. Again, I am good with whatever they want to give me.
Today's Mother's Day meal came with the added bonus of listening to the Spousal Unit answer a call from a telemarketer shortly after he had phoned in his KFC order. "Hello! Hello!" I heard him bellow into the phone. "Are you calling from Kentucky Fried Chicken or not?"
It pretty much made my day.
But I do miss my mom a lot, today especially.