Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms, and to mine especially!
A nice meal out with S.’s stepmom and S.’s recently graduated brother at a restaurant near Fenway Park. And after dinner, a late evening car ride to drop her stepmom off at the Kenmore Square T stop. A piece of conversation. A contented comment, an outloud musing, that she was so happy her kids came out so well—happy, successful, graduates from colleges… a beat or two of quiet.
“Good job mom,” I earnestly offered, glancing over while driving.
“The mom’s the last person you’re supposed to thank,” she answered, thoughtful in the front passenger seat.
An easy response: “I think it’s actually the opposite…”
Especially on a Mother’s Day, but all days. Thank you, thank you, thank you…
Happy Mother’s Day!
Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms, and to mine especially!
A nice meal out with S.’s stepmom and S.’s recently graduated brother at a restaurant near Fenway Park. And after dinner, a late evening car ride to drop her stepmom off at the Kenmore Square T stop. A piece of conversation. A contented comment, an outloud musing, that she was so happy her kids came out so well—happy, successful, graduates from colleges… a beat or two of quiet.
“Good job mom,” I earnestly offered, glancing over while driving.
“The mom’s the last person you’re supposed to thank,” she answered, thoughtful in the front passenger seat.
An easy response: “I think it’s actually the opposite…”
Especially on a Mother’s Day, but all days. Thank you, thank you, thank you…