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Mother's Day 2008

Sunday, May. 11, 2008 - 12:50 a.m.

I am forty-three, and although I have been pregnant a few times, my body has made up its mind not to bear children.

Most of the time I'm well and good with this, although I used to have an asshole father-in-law who consistently purchased and mailed Mother's Day cards to me, as a 'funny hint'.

Yeah, well. Fuck you, old man. I always thought you were odd.

Sometime in the last decade and a half, I even received a blank baby scrapbook 'just in case'.

Fuck YOU, too.

Even if I'd been as fertile and willing to bear children as the day is long, those gifts are always inappropriate for a woman who hasn't had kids or isn't on the nest, unless she's asked for them for some reason.

Sometimes I have a hard time figuring people out.

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I do have my amazingly bright and beautiful current set of female inlaws to whom I've sent good wishes. I love them very much, and I admire the quiet but steady strength they've always evinced, and I've enjoyed just sort of being around and basking in their respective auras.

I also happen to have at least one ex-future-MIL that I don't dare send direct wishes to, but whom I wish could know that she has always been special to me despite the less-than-ideal way I treated her son when I broke the engagement.

I will probably never get the honor of interacting with her again in person, or, hell, probably at all via any means of communication, but the sentiment is still there, and always will be.

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If your mom is still around, and this side of reasonable comprehension, and you feel like speaking to her, remember to give her a call and tell her something you remember from childhood. If I were you, I'd skip any events that involved fire or bad grades, but surely you must have been a good kid once in awhile. Pick something else.

If your mom has already passed from this incarnation to the next, find a mother figure somewhere and let them know how they have influenced you. Whether it's a friend, an online correspondent or even the penultimate mom, Mary, have a try at saying something to her.

I'll be doing those things today -- while remembering my own mom and grandmothers.

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That's pretty much it. Have a nice Sunday.

And if applicable -- Happy Mother's Day.

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1 of my readers commented on this entry

bluesleepy - 2008-05-11 19:44:56
As the daughter of a woman who has never given birth to biological children, I am appalled that anyone would send you such thoughtless and callous reminders that you have not borne children. That is seriously mucked up.
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