It’s common knowledge that Mother’s Day is the busiest day in the restaurant business. It’s the day dad and the kids take mom out so she gets a day without cooking or doing dishes. DW gets flowers, cards, phone calls, all in appreciation of the sacrifices she makes. It’s a lifelong commitment. It was a labor of love. Now all our daughters have children of their own who are exceptionally well-behaved (according to the kids; the parents have a very different view). I remember my kids would grab my change when I threw it in the dresser and put it in a jar. Then just before Mother’s Day they’d bring me the jar of change and want folding money so they can buy mom a present. So they sucked up to mom, with money they lifted off me. I didn’t care, they were my kids.
Then, when Father’s Day came along, they’d ask me for a couple bucks to buy me a pack of cigarettes. Then they weren’t even my brand. And they smoked half of them on the way home. Here ya go, dad. Call us when the burgers are ready. Then I’d go sit in the garage and sulk until Monday (kidding….we didn’t have a garage!).
We’re having supper tonight with D#1,along with RJ Pistol and his suddenly grown-up sister. The little town they live in has a really good pizza/Italian restaurant. I can’t wait.
GRANDDAUGHTER TAKING SELFIES WITH MOM’S PHONE
I BEG YOUR FOREBEARANCE. IT’S JUST HARD TO ACCEPT YOUR CHILDREN ARE NOW MOTHERS OF YOUNG ADULTS THEMSELVES.