Mother’s Day Is Right Around the Corner
I’ll be celebrating a long life as a non-mom.
It’s almost Mother’s Day.
Soon, families across the country will be heading to upscale restaurants, casual dining chains, and local eateries to celebrate the women who raised them and the women who are raising the next generation. Mothers.
Among the women who’ll be feted with mimosas, lukewarm eggs, and well-done roast beef from overloaded buffet tables are some friends of mine. Grandmothers.
I’m not a fan of brunch buffets in any season and usually spend Mother’s Day enjoying a springtime walk in the woods.
It’s been more than three decades since I had a mother; a lifetime I’ve not been a mother. And it’s all right.
Still, Mother’s Day carries memories and awareness of what I’ve missed.
My childhood memories of Mother’s Day center on a plaster of Paris handprint I made in Brownies for my mother (she wasn’t “mom” in those days) and the potted blue hydrangeas my grandmother received from her church friends. In my child’s view, those hydrangeas resembled the little blue-white curls that graced old ladies’ heads. I hated them. But Mother’s Day was special.
