I woke up on Mother’s Day without any solid plans. I had left it till the day before to invite my mom out, and she had already made plans to get together with friends. And I hadn’t heard anything yet from my son.
So I went for a run and then had a shower and then, in a rare spontaneous burst of femininity, I got dressed up in a short summery skirt and top and even put on some jewelry. I’m funny about dressing up. I find it stressful to *have* to get dressed up, but sometimes I just suddenly feel like it for no good reason, and then I really like it.
After that, I just went about my day, doing a little housework, drinking coffee, reading, playing scrabble and scramble, stuff like that. And I waited for my son to call. Maybe he’d forgotten it was Mothers Day. Maybe I should go to his place and hammer on his door and say “Hey, it’s mother’s day, let’s go do something!”
I had a nice philosophical chat with myself about Hallmark holidays and things you should and should not do to yourself and/or your children.
I was also thinking about perspective, because a friend of mine’s mom died unexpectedly the day before mother’s day, and another friend recently lost her mother-in-law. I reminded myself that being a mother and having a mother are much more important than having a day about being a mother or having a mother.
I agreed with myself 100%, but I still hoped James would call.
And of course he did! He invited me out for patio beers at Daniel O’Connell’s, which was perfect because it was perfect patio weather and I love the musicians who jam there on Sunday afternoons.
So off I went, and we drank beers and ate a club sandwich and talked and listend to music and it was a Most Excellent Afternoon on the patio with my son. In addition to loving him more than anything, I really like my son. His father and I, when we get together, still marvel at how we hit the genetic jackpot with James, and how he is the unique and unlikely combination of the very best of both of us.
Something interesting happened too. It’s funny how something interesting always happens, isn’t it? We’re sitting drinking beers on the patio, and some guy drives up and locks his bike to the fence right beside me. Six inches from me. Tied to the back of his bike is a package of chicken breasts.
“But what about your chicken?” I asked him, “Do you think it’s safe?”
“I thought about that,” he replied, “but you don’t look like a fox to me.”
Then he changed his mind and said maybe I did look like a fox, and I thanked him for the compliment and we both laughed.
He left that chicken there for an hour or so, just sitting out in the sun, while he drank
beer wine. I was reminded of Janet’s beef.
“Nope,” he replied cheerfully, “My mama always said you’ve got to eat a peck of dirt.”
(There was more to that, but I’d had a couple of beers by then, and I can’t remember the rest…sorry.)
“You know,” I said, “I have no choice but to blog your chicken.”
Then he pulled out a business card and gave it to me, so I could send him the link.
And you know who he turned out to be? Justin Wonnacott, the Somerset Street photographer! I’m not even kidding!
(He seems like a super-nice guy, but if you’re ever invited to his place for dinner, don’t say I didn’t warn you.)
Okay. Back to Mothers Day. I got tagged by MudMama for a mothering meme today. Basically I was asked to describe three things I’m good at in the mothering department.
I decided to ask my son, since he’s the expert on my mothering strengths and weaknesses. I sent him an email, described the assignment, and apologized if it sounded like I was fishing for compliments.
He sent the sweetest reply back. It put a huge goofy smile on my face and it made my day so I’m going to post it here. (Maybe it’s tacky to go fishing for compliments and then post them on your blog, but so what.)
I think you’re good at pretty much everything as a parent… it’d be a
lot easier to answer if you were good at some things and bad at others
You instilled some good morals in me, I was well loved, well fed,
disciplined, had pets and toys, etc… Plus you’re smart and down to
earth, so I know I can always go to you for good advice.
You’re basically the perfect parent, nobody could ask for better
Love ya lots,