I hope you have a great Mother’s Day full of homemade macaroni necklaces and construction paper flowers. Maybe even breakfast in bed. Or at least a cup of coffee in bed.
Because I’m not a mom, I can only imagine the feeling of being another human’s parent, caretaker, cook, nurse, teacher, chauffer, stylist, oracle, scheduler, bad-dream chaser-awayer and everything else you do.
My hat is off to you. I admire mothers very much.
But I’ll stick to my houseplant. It has never, and will never, hand me a buggar.
Thank you!