Life is like that sometimes. I don’t think about Mother’s Day, because we just had my mother’s birthday.
I feel good that both of them even remembered that I qualify for celebrating Mother’s Day. There have been an awful lot of Mother’s Days where I was the one who mentioned them for others. But you know what? It doesn’t seem to matter. I love my kids either way, and that’s all I care about!
When Igor was still with us, it was his birthday, FD’s birthday or Mother’s Day, then my birthday, then FS’s birthday, then Father’s Day and then it was all over with until Christmas. The only thing that’s missing is Igor’s birthday. We’ve just substituted PW’s birthday for that, but they’re all clustered until Christmas. Weird!