Mother’s Day Musing
Sunday is Mother’s Day. Around here, it’s just Sunday.
…Sunday is Mother’s Day. Around here, it’s just Sunday.
…It’s an indescribable feeling when, for the first time in your life, you won’t celebrate Mother’s Day.
…I’m not a Mom but I’m a huge fan of motherhood. Where would I be without it?
…I call her Mamasita, Matka, Ma, Mom and other variations on the same theme. And when I’m serious about something, I use her full name: Mother! It’s the equivalent of her using my full name when I was a kid. Strikes terror in her heart! (not really)Â …
Mom and I celebrated Mother’s Day on Saturday. The entire day was orchestrated by her second-born, my brother, who bought us tickets to The Lion King at the Princess of Wales Theatre in Toronto, and even pre-paid for our lunch at Hey Lucy, across King St. where our server kindly charged my dying iPhone battery. …
Happy Mother’s Day to my Mom Helen and to all Moms, too. Â Please don’t forget Stepmoms (me!) and Foster Moms. Â Here’s to the Moms of the future, too.
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Yup Dads are stepping up when it comes to child-rearing these days but when my brother Kevin and I were little, looking after the kids was definitely “women’s work”. …