Sunday, May 13

Who's Your Mama?

Used to be Mother's Day was all about me.
From the time I woke up till the time I turned in that evening, I was reminded it was my day and I was supposed to relax and take it easy. I was showered with big hugs and wet kisses all day long.

Time changes everything. (Photo at left is Momo--some 30 years ago.)

I'm no longer married to the girls' father. No one in this state calls me "Mama."

I have a stepson, but it has been brought to my attention several times that "he already has a mother." Enough said.




I miss my girls.


It's been 5 months since I've seen them--hugged them. They're all grown and have their own lives and I'm aching for the little girls I had a hundred years ago.

This Mother's Day will be spent having breakfast with the outlaws. Then I'll track down Momo and Pop and share some hugs and kisses.Posted by Picasa

3 comments:

Micki said...

Happy Mother's Day!
I have tagged you! Take a look at what it's about on my site.

slouching mom said...

Oh, I'm sorry. I will not handle that well, I think.

Happy Mother's Day just the same.

anna said...

Such a sweet picture. How does it all go so fast is what I want to know. Happy Mother's Day all the same...