We don't make a big To-Do about Mother's Day around here. Like graduation ceremonies, I'm not really into "Hallmark Holidays", and Mother's Day is certainly one of those.
In fact, I read this article today about how Anna Jarvis, an early organizer of Mother's Day, was strongly against the commercialization of it.
"For Jarvis it was a day where you'd go home to spend time with your mother and thank her for all that she did,"
In short, she got pretty pissed that card, flower, chocolate, etc. companies were profiting from it. Oh well. But I've always told my kids that every day is Mother's Day to me, and they shouldn't waste their money on cards, flowers, candies, etc. So they don't.
Besides, we have a built-in Mother's Day celebration since Meego was born on this day, 17 years ago. It was Mother's Day that year too. I distinctly remember feeling my water break and looking at the clock. It was just after midnight, and I thought, "Well this little bugger is going to be born on Mother's Day!"
And he was.
Talk about upstaging your brothers.
Yesterday, Magnum and I took a walk to the post office. There are little goose babies at the pond now, and I assume that one of those families is from the goose couple that made their nest at the post office several weeks ago. At least that's the story I'm sticking with and not the possible one where they all got crushed trying to cross the road between the post office and the pond. Here's an awful photo of one of the families we saw yesterday.
Can you make out the fluffy goose babies? I didn't want to get too close. We know how moms can be.