Happy First (Second) Mother's Day to Meeeeeee

On the Ed Hardy Scale of Things Best Avoided, Mother's Day used to rank a solid 8.5 out of 10 for me. My mother & I have never enjoyed a close relationship; though we continue to work on it, the easy Hallmark card "You're the best mom everrrrrrr!!!!" sentiment just isn't a fit for us. My grandmother, with whom I grew up, and I did have such a bond, but her passing a few years ago only further complicated my feelings about the day. 

And so it was with no small amount of gratitude that I celebrated my first Mother's Day yesterday with my new family of three and, for the first time, was largely able to let go of those tired greeting card expectations and simply enjoy.*
*(Technically it was my second Mother's Day celebration, since I'd gently "encouraged" baldly instructed the Anonymous Husband to honor massively pregnant ME on Mother's Day last year, but safe to say I had more street cred this time around.) (I'm not one to overlook a holiday honoring me.) (You could at least try to act surprised by this.) (Parentheses.)

Not to veer precariously onto the very Hallmark Sentiment Drive I've long swerved around, but this Mother's Day called to mind wise words a friend had shared with me eons ago - "You have two chances at a good family - to come from one or to create one yourself." As the AH & I stood around our friends' kitchen yesterday, sipping coffee as we watched our wee precious babes toddle around, I felt like I was making good progress on that latter option.

As if we weren't tottering precariously on the Cliffs du Cheese here already, would you believe that Master P took his very first steps on Mother's Day? Yes, I know that suspicious timing makes it sound like I'm making it up, but unlike everything else you read here, it's actually true. Mother & son both made some progress yesterday, apparently.

Of course, today we're back to the un-celebratory SAHM reality of doing laundry & grocery shopping & pretending to clean house - also, of Master P steadfastly refusing to repeat those awe-inspiring, indicative-of-sure-Ivy-League-success steps. He's back to his normal grind too:

Like father, like son: Master P enjoys rifling through our "Texas Party Drawer" of personalized koozies & Country Crystal

If you'll forgive me this maudlin turn down Cheap Sentiment Cove (caddycorner to Lifetime Channel Lane), we'll be back to our usual schedule of bitchery shortly. Hope y'all had a merry Mother's Day too, whether you be a current mom, aspiring MILF, or cheerfully child-free sort yourself.