Sometimes they nitpick, and demand, and disapprove, and they sometimes want to make us pull our hair right out....
But we'll miss that when they're gone.
So, no matter how small or unimportant you think it may be....
There's nothing like a mother. Take this weekend to show her that, if you're fortunate enough to still have her around.
I don't know how much longer we'll have dear ol' Betty White lil nana, but if it were less than a year, I couldn't have lived with myself if I hadn't put the smile of being loved & appreciated on her face that she'll have today when that delivery truck pulls up & rings the doorbell with this arrangement which is actually almost three times bigger than her adorable lil head.
And you don't need to say it with flowers. You can say it with anything.
Just think about what this day means, and what a mom truly is, and make it genuine.
Regardless of the times they may make us want to stab ourselves in the face with a soldering iron, who do we call out for in pain & despair?, who do we feel inclined to call up with that remarkable, good, or even unsettling news? Who do most of us always want to turn to for that ultimate comfort or sage advice?
Who do you have to thank that you're here, and who had the strength & decency to raise you in a way that you didn't end up a serial killer?
(My apologies to the uni bomber & all those fuck faces alike. I don't know, maybe their moms were cool. Maybe Uncle Carl molested them in the closet. Wherever shit went wrong...)
(My apologies to the uni bomber & all those fuck faces alike. I don't know, maybe their moms were cool. Maybe Uncle Carl molested them in the closet. Wherever shit went wrong...)
Mine drives me fucking NUTS!!
(In a way that I'm surprised that I don't have a Valium gum ball machine)
But boy, am I gonna miss that when it's gone.
That's a huge understatement. I don't know what I'll do or how I'll carry on when she's not around to drive me nuts along with all the good moms do.
So, I took her for that fancy Chinese dinner, had them bring a cake to the table for her (Her b-day is right around Mother's Day), and I'm going to get her that insane list of things she wants, right down to that fucking magnolia tree, so she can always see it flower & be reminded of my unconditional love & appreciation.
This may be a humor blog, but I'm a human as well as a freak, and this is a subject/message that hits close to home & is significant to me.
Moms drive us nuts BECAUSE they want to be that #1 person in our lives, and important enough to be that person, as we were in theirs from day 1 of our very existence.
Mother's Day is really something special.
It's our time to give back, for all those diapers, tantrums, and times they stayed by our side & took care of us when we were sick & hurting. For all those fits of teen angst & worrisome nights we brought them. For all they may have had to work all those years to keep food on our tables & clothes on our backs.
And if you don't have the time &/or the resources, MAKE the time, and don't worry about the resources.
They just want to hear, know, and feel how much we love & are grateful for them. They've worked so hard loving & raising us to deserve that.
So, if she's still with you, show your mom (and your mother figures) how much she means.
So to all the moms out there...
So to all the moms out there...
P.S My deepest apologies if I haven't been doing much blog catching up this week. Things have been insane, hectic, and busy, but I'll be getting around to rounds this weekend. XoXo. Until then, enjoy the lovely weather, and showering mom with love.
You got every other day of the year to hide in the car/basement, and scream (maybe even cry) & pull your hair out.
This is the day you suck it up & throw that all out the window.


