At my current count, I have more people who I need to get things for mothers' day than I actually have mothers. Excuse my lack of awareness to my use of plurals in the following post. Mummies? Mummy's? I cant' really tell.
Obviously there is my own mother. The woman who gave me life, who looks pretty young for her age and gave me great genes; by that, I mean the oriental look to counterbalance my 'indian' and pretty-boy good looks to balance my 'indian'. (clearly I seem not to like my 'indian' too much).
I also thought, on my own initiative; to get something for my brother in law's mother. My brother in law is a beloved fellow and he's so much a part of our family that I'd do anything for him. He's as much a brother as he is anything. My brother in law is also my nephew's father, and when I think about how much I love my nephew, I see what a brilliant dad that my brother in law is. I wouldn't have anyone else marry my sister (although if he were a literal brother, that would be a bit fucked up). His mother, likewise is also a part of the family, she's such a beloved part of my sister's family and she is part of our family as a whole. I decided to make an aromatherapy blend for both my mum and nephew's mother.
If that doesn't make me enough of a mummy's boy, my ex girlfriend is pestering me to get her a mother's day card. I reluctantly do so because I'm trying to keep away from her poisonous and hurtful influence. On the other hand she is a good parent and I have never considered how single parents must do with mother's day, especially single mothers with young children who are too small to understand mother's day.
I do still love her, but she just hurts me all the time. I got her a nice moonpig winnie the pooh card. Last year I bought her TWO mother's day cards. I'll tell you why. I (by my own initiative) decided to get her a mother's day card as a nice gesture. I then lost the card. With no card to present her on sunday morning, she says to me (without even presuming i got her a card) 'where's my mother's day card?!' in an angry way. I then ventured to buy her a mother's day card, as well as making her lunch and dinner. I then found my lost card, and explained that I bought her a card beforehand. I got a cuddle but felt a little bit used.
My mum suggested that I get something for mother's day for my godmother. Her son ran away (loong story) and my parents suggest that she's quite depressed when she thinks about how my sister has a little boy; whiel her own son is the same age and he's a bit of a social outcast who ran away from home in very bad circumstances.
I'm a mummy's boy to many kinds of women. There's my own mother, who I must admit that I do not appreciate very much; there's my ex girlfriend who herself is a wonderful young mother; there's my nephew's grandmother who has been part of our family since my sister married, and we are even closer since the birth of my nephew. Then there is the piteous godmother who deserves to have some celebration for being a mother for 34 years to a son who was a pretty shitty person. She is such a lovely person despite her abusive environment and I want her to have a token of love.
I suppose I'm a boy, a man for many different women. I'm a son, a friend, a family friend, a supportive adult, young adult, silly person, and most embarrassing is that I will always be a little boy to some people...
Here's to every mother out there. You are all lovely (unless you beat your kids)
Obviously there is my own mother. The woman who gave me life, who looks pretty young for her age and gave me great genes; by that, I mean the oriental look to counterbalance my 'indian' and pretty-boy good looks to balance my 'indian'. (clearly I seem not to like my 'indian' too much).
I also thought, on my own initiative; to get something for my brother in law's mother. My brother in law is a beloved fellow and he's so much a part of our family that I'd do anything for him. He's as much a brother as he is anything. My brother in law is also my nephew's father, and when I think about how much I love my nephew, I see what a brilliant dad that my brother in law is. I wouldn't have anyone else marry my sister (although if he were a literal brother, that would be a bit fucked up). His mother, likewise is also a part of the family, she's such a beloved part of my sister's family and she is part of our family as a whole. I decided to make an aromatherapy blend for both my mum and nephew's mother.
If that doesn't make me enough of a mummy's boy, my ex girlfriend is pestering me to get her a mother's day card. I reluctantly do so because I'm trying to keep away from her poisonous and hurtful influence. On the other hand she is a good parent and I have never considered how single parents must do with mother's day, especially single mothers with young children who are too small to understand mother's day.
I do still love her, but she just hurts me all the time. I got her a nice moonpig winnie the pooh card. Last year I bought her TWO mother's day cards. I'll tell you why. I (by my own initiative) decided to get her a mother's day card as a nice gesture. I then lost the card. With no card to present her on sunday morning, she says to me (without even presuming i got her a card) 'where's my mother's day card?!' in an angry way. I then ventured to buy her a mother's day card, as well as making her lunch and dinner. I then found my lost card, and explained that I bought her a card beforehand. I got a cuddle but felt a little bit used.
My mum suggested that I get something for mother's day for my godmother. Her son ran away (loong story) and my parents suggest that she's quite depressed when she thinks about how my sister has a little boy; whiel her own son is the same age and he's a bit of a social outcast who ran away from home in very bad circumstances.
I'm a mummy's boy to many kinds of women. There's my own mother, who I must admit that I do not appreciate very much; there's my ex girlfriend who herself is a wonderful young mother; there's my nephew's grandmother who has been part of our family since my sister married, and we are even closer since the birth of my nephew. Then there is the piteous godmother who deserves to have some celebration for being a mother for 34 years to a son who was a pretty shitty person. She is such a lovely person despite her abusive environment and I want her to have a token of love.
I suppose I'm a boy, a man for many different women. I'm a son, a friend, a family friend, a supportive adult, young adult, silly person, and most embarrassing is that I will always be a little boy to some people...
Here's to every mother out there. You are all lovely (unless you beat your kids)
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