i love my mom's philosophy that every day is your birthday, every day is mother's day. it's her way of letting herself and us off the hook in looking for a present in time, but it's also to say that being kind and thoughtful on one specific day is meaningless if you're unkind and unthoughtful the rest of the year.
so i phoned her today, just like on any other weekend. i wished her a happy mother's day, but we didn't dwell on it. the conversation steered right into the usual territories of what's happening with her job, house, things that she's read, basically her life. that's my mom. she keeps it real.
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i've got a real mom, too. we are very lucky. i sent my mom a card and she got it on friday. i wanted to send her cheese, too, but decided i like cheese a lot more than her, so it wouldn't be appropriate buying cheese for her. i couldn't think of anything else. but then i finally did. i sent it on monday, she'll get it a week late. but it won't matter to her, becuase it's just another day on mother's day and it's just another mother's day a week later. i think she'll like the gift: wild bay leaves i collected, chocolate ginger (her fave), and grapefruit marmalade (interesting).
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