Everything's Quiet On Mother's Day

I read an article this morning that claims the originator of MD, some woman in West Virginia, ended up hating what the holiday had become: total commercialism. The founder simply wanted a day to honor US mothers, and hers in particular, and got President Wilson to sign a law making it an official US holiday. But when it became all about chocolates and flowers and jewelry, the founder would protest, and even get arrested. She died in an asylum...I guess a fitting martyr to those star crossed mothers who, if they had to do it all again, probably wouldn't have become mothers.

Well, Wifey had a banner MD. It actually started last night -- we visited my ancient suegra at the Palace. Rachel was out of it -- sleeping through most of the visit, and failing to realize when she was dreaming or in reality, and when we left, I could tell Wifey was sad. But I told her I really didn't think it was the end for our Survivor -- she had a bad eye infection and cold, and I think her mien was the result of the meds she was taking. As I told Wifey, her mother will live to annoy another day...

This am, I woke Wifey with coffee in bed, and a visit from the Special Needs Spaniel, who usually stays downstairs, but wanted to make a special MD visit. We got ready and drove to the Grove, where Joey's brother's in laws were hosting a brunch.

It was delightful -- Susie is a baker, and made the most delicious bread pudding I've ever had -- along with a classic Ashkenazi spread, which the Sephardim among us enjoyed immensely.  We caught up with Joey's family, and Rick, my fellow gringo lawyer and I , talked about the state of the law business in Miami.

The view from the balcony was beautiful, and Wifey fell asleep in an exquisite nap from the Biscayne Bay breezes. We chatted about days to come, and days gone by.

I FaceTimed D2 in NYC, and she sent her MD greetings to all, and reminded Wifey to check her email for her MD note to her.

After a few hours, we all left, and there was an exchange of orchids -- we gave one to Susie, and she gave out some to the guests, and D1 and Joey bought Wifey a beautiful one. As we took the elevator down, we looked like we had come from an orchid show. It was lovely...

On the way home, I did something I haven't in too long -- stopped at Acee's Icees in the park, for a frozen lemonade. Acee has been there since the 60s -- a Grove hippie made great, financially, and Wifey and I shared the frozen concoction all the way home. Refreshing.

Wifey read out loud D2's heartfelt email -- how D2 appreciates how Wifey always gave and still gives her unconditional love to her daughters, and how D2 appreciates even the little things -- like Wifey sending her a warm throw for the cold NYC winters, and pajamas, too...

I asked Wifey if it was an acceptable MD for her. Better than acceptable, she said -- it was a great one. Now, if there are grandkids in the future...imagine that, Wifey said...

So Mother's Day '19 is in the books. I admitted to Wifey the day is always a bit sad for me, since losing my own Mom 6 years gone by now.

But today was a fine one -- for the baby mama I need to worry about.