...to all of you who are mothers!
Yesterday my DS(ister) called to arrange to meet to collect her pets (I've been pet-sitting for her and her husband), and said, "Want to go to brunch?" and I said, sure - until a brain cell kicked in and I remember I'd heard on the radio it was Mother's Day. We'll hit Starbucks, maybe, instead.
It's been thirteen years since our mother died. This was the first year when I didn't pause on March 7 and remember.
But that's yet another gift of Catholicism. We DO have a Mother to celebrate and make much of, to thank and spend time with. We offer her the flowers from our gardens and from our souls.