You may be surprised to learn that I have a mother. Sort of two of them, in fact, if you count Judy, Jamie's mom. And one must ALWAYS count on Judy. She's sneaky.
neither of them, for good or ill, are exactly a Lucille Bluth |
Both Real-Mom and Adjunct-Mom are to be celebrated for their continuing and much appreciated Mother-ness here in our 37th year. I think its safe to say that Jamie and I are pretty darn close with both sets of folks, and we grow to appreciate them more every year not just for what they do now, but in understanding what what they did for us when we were entitled little brats growing up.
For example, my mother may have been right that I could not have ALL THE TOYS and I should clean my room once in a while. Only in my 37th year am I figuring out WHY. Also, she may have been right on a few (thousand) other things, but even here on Mother's Day, we're not giving up ground.
And, of course, we know that our mothers may not always be perfect, but we know that they love us and have always done their best for us.
sometimes you gotta do right by your kids |
Heck, they've even been pretty great when we've been less than pleasant to be around (see: me, ages 9-27).
Both Moms have raised the bar for what it means to be a decent human being, through their acts of charity and volunteer efforts, and by generally living by The Golden Rule better than virtually any other folks I know. Role models, people.
So today I publicly salute them, and think you should probably call your mom if you haven't yet done so.