I Hate Mother's Day

This morning, my wife, my two beautiful daughters (ages 3 and 10), and I enjoyed three hours on our bed. We enjoyed a all-too infrequent LA Times crossward puzzle while watching a Bugs Bunny DVD. Coffee and a blueberry muffin were served, followed by a beautiful fruit and yogurt parfait and a tomato, avocado, and feta cheese omelette. School-made cards and presents were opened. Even though it was Mother's Day, I have never had a better morning as a father.

So why am I anti-Mother's Day?

So far, I have missed my mother for three rememberance days. That's not counting the days that she was 3,000 miles away on the other coast. But that quick phone call was at least a connection. Now it's just spiritual.

I guess what broke my stoicism was my kids palying in the backyard. My mom would have had a ball just chasing the kids around. She spent he whole life preparing to be a grandmother. Didn't happen. Unfair.