I seriously said that today.
And I also said, “Every day is kids’ day.”
And, “Please change into something that isn’t so wrinkly.”
I know. Frightening.
Before I could barrage R-kids with any additional mom cliches, I escaped for a desperately needed coffee-then-happy-hour-break with the girls, and stole a few rays of sunshine (while wrapped in blankets outside Starbucks), and reminded a pub waiter that some of us are single and moms, and caught up on the real-life stories of two very brave women, and vented about my downright-torturous week, and reclaimed calamari for myself, and cried, and laughed, and for at least a few minutes put a bit of my current nagging pain off to the sidelines, and refueled as much as possible so I could come back home to R-kids and say more dumb mom things.
And hopefully a couple loving things too.
Because I’m the mother. That’s why.
Happy Mother’s Day.
by julie rybarczyk
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Photo from the book, I’m Becoming My Mother, by Anne Taintor.
