It is the day before Mother’s Day as I start to design this page. It will be a strange celebration tomorrow due to Covid-19. Not just for me, but for every mom who looks forward to seeing her beloved family and being celebrated for the hardest of all jobs. But the thing is, all of us who’ve done the job, know that it’s also the most fulfilling of all jobs. I do. It was my highest calling in life and I would do it over and over if I could. So no loneliness tomorrow - just gratitude for a lifetime of the most cherished and precious memories I possess.
I share some of those memories with you here - memories of Keith’s and my mother, our “Kid Moms,” our family’s Mother’s Day celebrations, and anything else I can find for you in the treasure chest. Love your mom.
MOTHER’S DAY STORIES
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mother’s day 2020
A perfect morning for this mother! As soon as I finished my shower, Keith called upstairs to tell me breakfast was ready. He made me his delicious corned beef hash, over-easy eggs, toast, pineapple-banana salad, and orange juice. I dined while wearing my cherished Pink Love Bathrobe.
MY PINK LOVE BATHROBE
AS YOU CAN READ, I AM THE MUGWUMP.
Many years ago, I bought matching robes for all the girls in the family and had them each embroidered with our nicknames from when we were babies. I am Mugwump, Maggie is Pickle, Mollie is Pokey, Ada is Data, and Kallie is Bean. Ada was a little girl and Kallie was a toddler.
The robes were for our Beauty Days when we all got together, ordered Chinese food, opened lots of wine, and did each other’s make-up, hair, waxing, and mani-pedi’s. They have become less frequent as the years passed, but I always kept my robe - even through the times when it was too tight.
THAT MOLLIE! WE ALL HAVE FACIAL MASQUES ON EXCEPT HER. SHE HAS A TAN INSTEAD.
Whenever I see it hanging in the closet, it reminds me of laughing till I cried on those most hilarious evenings. Even Marie Kondo couldn’t get me to part with it. When I wear it, I feel like I am embraced by my children’s love, cuddled by my grandchildren’s sweetness. It was my perfect pre-meditated attire for this first Mother’s Day without their real hugs and kisses. No matter, though. We are grateful to be among the living and still hoping the future will bring us all together.
I am thankful for all the technology that takes the sting out of this separation. A couple night’s ago, Maggie texted Mollie and me about how all was well. She was enjoying snuggling outside by the fire, cuddling her dog, 30 candles burning. She sent a photo.
I texted back that I was also enjoying the fire in my fireplace in the bedroom after eating a hot fudge sundae with pecans and bites of toasted waffles leftover from breakfast. I sent a photo. It inspired Mollie.
This Mother’s Day morning, Mollie sent me this text. I think she meant “photo OF mom,” but perhaps I’m wrong. She may have thought it was an imposter.
