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Browsing Tag: Mother’s Day

Suzie the Spontaneous

My mom got her ears pierced last week. She’d been talking for years about wanting to get a second set of holes, but was always too afraid of the needle to do it. I get it, of course–if aliens were to observe our planet and witness us voluntarily stabbing ourselves in the body, all because we think it looks cute, they’d probably pick another planet to invade, like, pronto. Humans are nuts. But as someone who has gotten stabbed multiple times in the ear herself, and in the belly, and really thinks that a sharp stick to the nostril could be kind of neat, too, I guess I’m on board with the rest of the wackos. So stab away, oh strange man in a mall kiosk. I want to be pretty.  Anyway, back to my mom. She’s 69. For my entire life, she has been someone who is a perfectionist, particular. She’s someone who likes to know where her life is going to go and to have her bed made every morning. When I was growing up, the house was cleaned top to bottom every week, and then…

I Wish I Were Exaggerating

Cian has developed a lovely new trait: If he wants me, for whatever reason, most likely for a reason I can’t ascertain, he stands at my knees and shouts, “MOM. MOM. MOM. MOM. MOMMOM,” patting my leg with his open palm with each bout of hollering. This is how it usually goes, and it makes no sense: “MOM.” “Yes, Cian. What do you need?” “MOM.” “Yes, Cian?” “MOM.” “Cian, what do you need? Use your words.” “MOM.” “CIAN.” “MOM!!!!!” And so it goes, until I finally drive a pencil into my eardrums to make it stop. I don’t get why he does it. I mean, I know toddlers get frustrated if you don’t understand them. I also see that he hates when my attention is on something else (laundry, the phone, the computer, anythingbuthim), but this is getting out of hand. “MOM.” “MOM.” “MOM. EE. MOM.” It’s so funny how, when I was pregnant with each baby, I would dream of the day when my own…

Well, That Answers That

Ah, Mother’s Day: that time designated each year to ensure every mother knows what she means to her children. It’s a day where she finds out why her family thinks she’s special. What unique qualities make her cherished. The ways in which she, and only she, is irreplaceable in her children’s lives, appreciated above all, loved more than she even knew, thought about in ways she would blush with happy sentimentality to know. Or, this. Happy Mother’s Day, friends…