Well, here it is: another disappointing Mother's Day. Although that's not completely true, I'm not really disappointed, that would imply I'd been expecting something that didn't happen or didn't live up to my expectations. Maybe I should just say it's another underwhelming Mother's day. Just a Sunday afternoon, like any other, except for the brief phone call from my sons. One call, shared by both of them, while they were on their way to some other mother's home for a holiday meal.
I'd be sad about this if it weren't so par for the course. This is what you get when you have sons and no daughters I tell myself. A daughter would do better I'm sure. She'd send a card. Or maybe even flowers. It's not that my sons don't love and appreciate me, it's just that they're guys. And that they live across the state. And that, of-course, if we lived in the same city they would be here, no doubt, to kiss my cheek and wish me a happy day. Right?
In honor of Mother's Day, here are mine:
I'd be sad about this if it weren't so par for the course. This is what you get when you have sons and no daughters I tell myself. A daughter would do better I'm sure. She'd send a card. Or maybe even flowers. It's not that my sons don't love and appreciate me, it's just that they're guys. And that they live across the state. And that, of-course, if we lived in the same city they would be here, no doubt, to kiss my cheek and wish me a happy day. Right?
In honor of Mother's Day, here are mine:
My mother, Ann
My mom, Marie
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