Mamas

I got up at one a.m. and had hay fever so I took a Benedryl and it's ten o'clock in the morning and I can't seem to wake up. I mean, I feel like I'm stuffed with rocks or something. That heavy and dull.
I woke up at nine when Lily called. Her blood pressure, which she has been monitoring for several weeks because it was up at her last midwife appointment, had gone down to 120 over 50 instead of the 130 over 70 it has been hanging around. "Is something wrong?" she asked.
And I, still medicated from the antihistamine, couldn't think of any reason it would be, unless she was internally hemorrhaging and I doubted she was.
"You're fine," I said, and then I went back to bed.
Happy Mother's Day and really, what could be better than being asked, first thing, for advice from your pregnant daughter?
Yes! I am still needed as a mommy!
And you are too. Even if you never had a baby, even if your babies are grown up, EVEN IF YOU ARE A MAN! Because nurturing is something we can all do and we all do it. You can nurture tomato plants or a kitten or a chicken or your soul or even your car. I think men like to nurture cars. But it all comes from the same place. Taking care.
Mr. Moon wanted to make me an egg sandwich for breakfast for Mother's Day. This is the highlight of his cookery skills and even though I'd eaten a peanut butter sandwich when I took the Benedryl and was not hungry AT ALL, I told him he could make me a sandwich and it was delicious, with hot sauce on the eggs and bacon, my favorite food.


He'd gotten me some flowers and a card and brought them all out on the big cutting board because he couldn't find a serving tray. We sat on the back porch and ate our breakfast and then we went and got the chicks out of the coop and we cuddled each one and stroked their heads and told them what pretty birds they are and guess what? They are!
And now Lily is here and the rest of the kids are coming and yes, my mother too. We're going to make and eat sushi with brown rice and HoneyLuna even offered to bring a real sushi chef whom she works with and with whom she is having a little mutual crushette and I said, Sure! Why not? but she said, no, she wasn't really going to bring him. I think that would have been awesome. Maybe his mother is in Japan or maybe she's in Miami or maybe he lives with her, I don't know, but it would have been fun to have a sushi chef in my kitchen.
Miss Maybelle may not be a PROFESSIONAL sushi chef, but she's a damn fine one anyway and she'll be the one to direct the sushi making and we'll have a good time and a good lunch.
I think this will be my mother's first time ever to eat sushi.
I can smell the jasmine, my beautiful pregnant daughter is in the kitchen with her daddy and I am about to end this and tidy up because it's a bit messy around here. Even without kids around, a house does manage to untidy itself.
I think the Benedryl is wearing off, finally, and I'm able to type more than two words without making a mistake and maybe I should go put on something pretty for Mother's Day. A different tank top, at least.
I'm feeling fine, and this afternoon after everyone leaves, I might get to weed some. And maybe have a martini with Mr. Moon. And I need to call the older children's stepmother to thank her for being such a good othermother to my babies and all-in-all, I'm grateful.
Happy Mother's Day, y'all.
Happy Mother's Day.