No mothers live in my house. Just me and my two girls. They won’t ever know how it feels to be a mom, and neither will I. So we can agree that Mother’s Day will never be special for us. We may turn on Hitch and just let the rainy day pass like any other. But as the minutes and hours go by, I’ll remind them that somewhere there’s a beagle wondering if her little girl grew up to fit her big ears. There’s a blue heeler wondering if her pup still has crazy blue eyes. And I’m reminded that there’s a mom in Florida wondering if her baby in Tennessee is alright today. Yes, mama beagle, she grew up to fit her big ears. Mrs. Blue Heeler, she’s still got her icy blue eyes. And Mom, I’m doing alright. Thanks for loving me so well for 33 years.
Happy Mother’s Day.