Meld and Mark Mother's Day
When I was a young mother (back in ancient times), I remember wanting to lay low on Mother’s Day, not make a big deal out of it. I had two daughters and my mom lived in southern Utah, 2,000 miles away.
If someone IS a mother and HAS a mother, why would they choose to be discreet on Mother’s Day?
TBH -- I felt sorry for people who had lost their mother...or had an abusive, absent, or indifferent mother. Whatever the reason, I would envision complete strangers passing by flowers, greeting cards, and other commerical reminders to “remember Mom this Sunday.” Strangely, it saddened me.
That was then and this is now.
Growing older indeed makes us wiser and toughens thy skin. Some of those imagined strangers could have been thanking their lucky stars (the Lord above) that they were circumventing the whole first-Sunday-in-May hoopla. I mean, who knows?
My girls are now grown and my mother is 91.5. "Spring-chicken" days are blurrily behind me -- in other words: the clock is ticking and time is running out.
Let’s get this party started!
On Sunday, May 9, 2021, alarms went off at 7 a.m. in the Sweeney house:
Meet girls and Joe at Buttermilk Biscuit 8:45 a.m. - there was a long line, but we added our name to list and proceeded to cruise Roswell Road for another spot only to find longer lines and waits
Back to Buttermilk Biscuit - drink coffee outside and wait for what turned out to be the best bacon, egg scramble, Jerusalem bagel, lox and waffles to boot in the world...at the time any way...
Arrive at church to a packed crowd and our favorite seats already occupied. The sermon (Prodigal Son) poignant and precise (as always):
PART II - Pick Mom (Gam) up from Dunwoody and bring to our house in Buckhead
Open presents and pig-out on Karma Farm deliciousness (if you live in Atlanta, you gotta check this place out: https://www.eatkarmafarm.com/
Play: Mind the Gap (as in generation gap!)
Finally, we headed to Sav and Joe’s to see Archie!
Take Gam back to Dunwoody
Granted I put more into May 9, 2021 than 91-year-old Mom, but, truth is...she ostensibly had more stamina at the end of it all, relatively speaking of course. I passed out at 9 p.m. as if given sodium pentathol.
I still empathize with motherless people on mother’s day. I may choose to “low-key” MD in the future. But, this past Sunday, being full of action and tender times, will be cherished for years to come.
Thank you for reading!