Yes, I'm a mother. Twice over.
Yes, I never have to be fingerprinted/questioned/wait for a child to come into my life again.
Yes, I have a mother.
My mother has been bringing the barbs quickly and effectively.
My mother tells me every little thing my cousin does that I don't do, in that conversational way that isn't really conversational. Do any of you know how that goes? It's awesome -leaves me just enough off-balance that I'm like, "wait, is she pissed that I don't do x-y-z?"
I gifted my mom a visit to my hair stylist because she had expressed dissatisfaction with hers and is always commenting on how good my hair looks. Her reaction was mixed. She stated she loves the color (good), but I really can't tell if she liked the style given some of the weird comments she made, especially the one comparing her look to one of her cousins, whom I'm pretty sure she doesn't like. Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking.
Mother's Day is still one of my least favorite days even post-infertility-adoption-waiting nightmare. It's just a day. Just another lame-ass Hal.lmark/jewelry holiday that forces families to get together.
Even when we don't want to.
This year in our little family unit, Mother's Day will go something like this: S gets to make breakfast. Done. I'm happy. Everyone else is happy because...bacon....(which we hardly have), and we go about our day. And also there is the obligatory card, which is cute even though those lame-ass Hal.lmark and jewelry people blew up the holiday. And flowers. I kind of wish I was the type to eschew flowers when they are so obviously marked up, but S is not a random-flower-getting type of guy. I gotta take 'em when I can get them.