...my life wouldn't be as much of an adventure as it has been, is, and will continue to be as long as I have breath-----if it weren't for my mother, Helen, for giving birth to me...for being who she is...for being my best, most accurate companion from beginning til today...
Couldn't help but post this classic pic again:
me&jenn 1984 sitting outside my great Auntie's house
I remember my daughter and I celebrated Mother's Day in June. Rarely did we celebrate on the traditional day in May. And even then, usually, we went to church.
But oddly, in June, is when my daughter would acknowledge me as a mother. She'd hand me a handmade Mother's Day card and say, "This is for you Mom. Happy Mother's Day!" and give me flowers of many colors (construction paper cutouts, later, jr. high, real flowers--all the same).
Why in June? (I wondered the first time too).
Her logic: "Because technically, you became a mother on my birthday."
The first time she did this, I wondered how in the world she came up with this idea...I never asked her...on purpose.
The babies are gone and we are cleaning, watching cable...in between...gera is preparing a nice late lunch...
Rubi was great...even better after pizza and the movie hotel for dogs, games for kids on the computer and two storybooks I read to her... Abis was a charm...he cried a little after his young father and grandpa (Gera's brother) dropped them off--yesterday. Gera's oldest brother was here. Abis had hiccups and that made him mad, but Alex (big uncle) said to put a tiny ball (wet with mouth) of red sewing thread at the center of his forehead and it will take the hiccups away. It worked. And I thought my culture was traditionally strange with all the midwives' tales...
Haven't seen Cierra yet, but hope to later. She's with mom and grandmom who just flew in from Maryland on Saturday.
I will see my own mother and great Auntie before evening falls...they're just happy in general: lottery tickets to play, mundane of the day...easy
The greatest Mother's Day gift besides spending time with my own mother will be...a good hot bath...the last few letters of my current Nabokov read...and picking some other books to post...this time from my personal library.
Life is an imaginable gift...it feels great when there are these moments you just want to burst into everlasting because the happiness is so great, in such variety, and feels so infinite....
I hope you are enjoying your Mother's Day and doing something out of the blue...
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