Sitting on the stoop this morning, I watched father after father sneak by with deli flowers. Their wives, I'm guessing, were still sleeping. Hey, I wanted to yell, I'm a mother too!!!
But I guess I'm not quite yet or I am quite yet or what I am a mother to is quite small: the size of a plum. I'm a mother to something the size of a plum, and I already love it more than I ever imagined loving.
By the time I went to grab milk, the deli had nearly been emptied of its flowers; surely there are more where those came from. Happy Mother's Day to all you mothers (Hi mom!) out there. Enjoy this year's flowers because--come next year--I'll be vying for my share of corner store lilies.