I just got off the phone with Marcia. I called to wish her a happy Mother's Day. After we spoke she told me she planned to have a poached egg. Then she's going to visit her mother and mother-in-law.
I love my mom. Believe me when I tell you I know I'm lucky I can pick up a phone and hear her voice just about any time I want (or, to state it more accurately, any time I need).
For obvious reasons (strength, charisma, certain physical attributes) I have a lot of women in my life. Some I've chosen. Some I haven't. Of course Marcia falls into the didn't choose category.
But I would have.
I hate to whip out the old cliché of claiming to understand what it means to be a parent now that I am one myself. But it fits. And it makes me want to say thanks. Thank you, Marcia for making me feel safe, teaching me, making me laugh, telling me the truth, suffering my shortcomings and working hard to try to make me a decent person. I know it was often a difficult job. I also know it's a job that's never really complete.
I am grateful.
So to honor you and express my gratitude on this day we sent you a card.
Not just any card - we sent a Hallmark.
That's the payoff, Marcia.
Still glad you went through labor?