You would think between five kiddies, I would be inundated with Mother\u2019s Day cards and gifts. Not so!<\/p>\n
Mind you, when they were youngsters, Hubby corralled them for shopping trips that culminated with a magnificent bread-maker or a gift that men and boys presumed made life easier for the \u201clittle woman\u201d (or them).<\/p>\n
But, those years are gone and the norm these days is one child will send a card weeks ahead, because they fear if they don\u2019t the minute it pops into their mind, it won\u2019t happen at all. Two will be on time and congratulate themselves that they remembered. One will phone or email that evening and one will totally forget and \u201cmaybe\u201d apologize weeks later. But, since they inherited the forgetful gene from their mother, I shouldn\u2019t complain (reread the previous column).<\/p>\n
Son Number Three, upon discovering when he left home that he was responsible for remembering Mother\u2019s Day himself, told me, \u201cIt\u2019s a made up holiday like Valentines Day or Thanksgiving. It\u2019s not a real one like Christmas or Easter.\u201d When he married, his tune changed and I have a hunch his spouse was behind that.<\/p>\n
\u2026and speaking of spouses, last year one sweet daughter-in-law (DIL) surprised me with a pedicure and manicure gift. The footsy hot-tub was lovely \u2013 the pulsating chair not-so-much. It felt as though some hateful person was punching my back with their fist and I freaked out. I whispered to DIL, \u201cHow do you turn this off?\u201d She sighed, reached for the \u201coff\u201d button and put her unsophisticated mother-in-law out of misery. The manager and staff barely stifled their giggling.<\/p>\n
I presumed polishing my fingernails would be a snap. After my non-English-speaking-manicurist repeatedly pointed where to place my hands for each step, I realized I was out of my element. The tittering employees followed us to the door as we sauntered out. I believe DIL generously tipped them and silently pledged never to bring me to her salon again.<\/p>\n
This last Mother\u2019s Day when a florist knocked on my door I barely contained my delight. Which of my thoughtful children had attained \u201cFavorite Child\u201d status?<\/p>\n
Beaming, I graciously accepted the bouquet. The driver grinned. \u201cYour neighbor doesn\u2019t appear to be home. I wonder if you could see she gets these?\u201d<\/p>\n
I briefly toyed with posy theft. But, hey, this was a five-out-of-five Mother\u2019s Day and I\u2019m still glowing.<\/p>\n
Thank you!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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