With three children of my own, I feel like Mother’s Day ought to be all about me. But it never works out that way. Too many other mothers in my life. And since my children are so small, usually any Mother’s Day celebration that comes my way is really from my husband, not from the kids.
But I have four mothers in my life. I have my actual mother, her wife Cheryl, my father’s wife Susan, and Jayson’s mother. On top of that, for years I’ve argued that Mother’s Day is really a celebration of womanhood and not just motherhood, so I’ve been sure to include the women in my life that aren’t mothers, like Rachel, Megan, and Lauren. So that’s a total of seven women in my family that I’m celebrating tomorrow.
This year, Rachel and Guy took a little weekend trip so I won’t have to worry about doing anything for her. They went up to Montreal, for some reason. I guess they’re having fun, but visiting a big cold city isn’t what I’d want to do for a weekend getaway.
I’m taking Susan out for brunch in the morning. She gets most of my Mother’s Day attention for a few reasons. She’s actually the best mother-figure I have in my life right now. I have very little interaction with my own mother or Cheryl these days. Also, Susan has no biological children, so I want to make sure she knows how much I appreciate her as a mother even though she didn’t give birth to me. And she takes me out and spoils me and my children all the time, I think taking her out once a year is the least I can.
Everyone else will just get a phone call.
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