Happy mothers’ day to my friend T. We are mothering as a team, my friend, and I love partnering with you on this as on everything else we have done over the past 18 years.
Happy mothers’ day to my husband’s grandmother, who turns 97 this month, and still plays bridge twice a week and drinks scotch every happy hour. You are a lady and a pistol.
Happy mother’s day to my mother-in-law, the quintessential sandwich generation woman, who is a wonderful daughter to her elderly mother. We all should care for our mothers as you care for yours.
Happy mothers’ day to the other mothers in town. Together, we join in a fluid umbrella of care for one another’s children, casually taking one or sending one, watching out for all of them.
Happy mothers’ day to the friends – far and near – who are my balustrades or scaffolding or whatever you want to call it. You know, the friends who hold me the fuck up on a daily basis.
Happy mothers’ day to all my mommy blogger friends. I don’t know that I would have survived learning to be a mother without you.
Happy mothers’ day to my sister. Maybe today you will be reading my blog and know that – even though I know we will never talk again – I am thinking of you.
Happy mothers’ day to the waitress at our local pancake place, because she has four kids and still manages a smile on her face while she works her tables. And because she refuses to get my kids anything unless they say “please.”
Happy mothers’ day to my husband, because the dude is a wonderful co-parent.
Happy mothers’ day to my children. I can say with no hyperbole that you make my life worth living. You have made me twelve-gazillion cards and presents over the past week, but every kiss you give me is a gift.
Happy mothers’ day to my mother. I wish you could have seen my children. I wish you could have known me as a preschooler, a teenager, an adult. I wish I knew what it felt like to have a mother.
Happy mothers’ day.