It is Mother's Day and I will celebrate with dear old M.O.M. I must get some flowers to her in just a bit, then tonight I will make her dinner. Q sent over a bottle of Domain Paul Autard Cotes du Rhone for her because I enjoyed it so much when he was here and my mother enjoyed drinking the other wonderful wines he brought when we all had dinner on Easter. I have shown great restraint in not opening the bottle already.
Many of the women I know have no children. Like me, they get nothing. We should have our own day, I think, when everyone must celebrate our independence and gifts to the planet. Most of the non-breeders I know have more liberal ideologies than my friends who have children. BIG GENERALIZATION, I understand. Unsupportable. Let me go further down this forsaken path. The liberal parents I know have been disasters as such. Their kids grew up to be degenerates of every sort. O.K. I'm pissing a lot of people off right now. Just sayin'. But caring for children puts the governor on your craziness. Not simply having them as my ex-friend Marlon did, but parenting them. I think I wanted kids at some point. I try to think of what they would be like, but I can only really imagine what I would be like.
I need to quit this now. I am even pissing myself off.
Who knows if my mother is glad she had a child. I know she wishes she had more, so maybe I am not the dream child I would like to imagine. Since children are like their parents, though, what she might not like in me is something I could say about her as well. Maybe I should send her that in a card.
Mothers and daughters. That is the most dangerous relationship in the world, right?
What do I know about any of it. Here is a picture of mom and lass. It says what I intended to say. I sent the mother a beautiful card.
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