A Day for Moms

Mother's Day is almost here, and I have no idea what to get my mom.  Bless her heart, when you ask her on any occasion if she has a preference, she invariably says, "Oh, I don't need anything."  I can understand, feeling that way, myself.  But...perhaps she would like some cherry blossom body lotion.  She loves that stuff.  Or perhaps an herb garden in the two extra country-mile-long garden rows dad has left from his Spring planting.  I can't make up my mind.

As far as I go....nope, don't need a thing.  What's fun to me is seeing what your children really think of you.  For instance, Beth called while I was still in training this evening and was told "She's in class, learning to be an obedient housewife."  My daughter's reply to that was a well-timed pause and then, "And this is a one-day class? It isn't nearly enough."  She's right.  My son, on the other hand, generally has no comment about either his mother or his father - that could be due to his claim that he was raised by wolves, or cats, or some other species that pops into his head when he's feeling particularly sorry for himself.  But there are times when I know...like when he puts his hand on my shoulder in an awkward gesture of comfort.  He doesn't show affection, much.  But sometimes...Or when he comes to me, all excited about an event in his day. 

What I would really like for Mother's Day is to have both my children here, noise and all.  That includes Lacy and George, the canine babies, who get so excited when company comes.

Not this weekend, but the next, I'm being incredibly selfish and doing something for myself - flying to New Jersey for a weekend visit with an online friend.  Finally! I kept putting it off and wouldn't do it, but with the price of fuel skyrocketing and airlines folding left and right, it might be my only chance.  After the last month, I truly, truly need some time for myself.  She's taking me to a statue garden and a place called Pea Island.  I can't wait.