A lot of people find this hard to believe but I’m somebody’s mother.
Long ago, I used to frantically search the recesses of my mind trying to piece together what sort of parent I would end up being.
Now that I know the answer to that question, I’m slightly unnerved.
Regardless, I will enjoy my cards and adoration that I have about a 50% chance of receiving (although the kids came home with some cute stuff that school forced them to do for me) even though we all know the greatest mothers day gift would have been an announcement that the Police were reuniting for a small intimate club tour that only a hundred or so people with undying devotion were invited to.
So, think of Mom on this day whether she’s here or not, near of far away, because always remember; she gave you life and you probably gave her a wicked headache.
p.s. please note that I made not one disparaging comment about my own larger than life mother who looms like the shadow of doom over every move we make. Whoops.