Mother’s Day has come and gone without much of a mention here. Not to worry. I was appropriately showered with love and thanks and chocolate and breakfast and dinner by my clowns. I also received lots of love and thanks from my darling husband because he thoroughly embraces my blogging friend Kristen’s take on spouses honoring the women who have pushed out their children from their vaginas for them…with the hope that they will continue to get to have sex with that woman.

He is a very wise man!

So yes, Mother’s Day was good. It was very good. It was all the more sweeter to share it with my daughter, Holly, and to shower her with love, some wine and thanks. Bill and I would not be grandparents were it not for this child of ours being a mother. Mother’s Day was a good day to thank her for that. But it isn’t the only day to thank her. Any chance I get I tell her thank you and express my belief that she is a great mother.

She is. She does do things differently than I do. Sometimes I don’t necessarily agree with the way that she does things too. I’m sure that I could offer advice and critiques with the hopes of helping her. After all I have so much more years of experience and wisdom. I could. And I am quite certain how that would play out too.

Not good.

Not good at all.

No, all that she needs…all that she will ever need from her parent is my love, my acceptance, my confidence in her abilities in all that she does and my gratitude because she is the best mother for my granddaughters Hazel and Fallon.

Thank you Holly, simply thank you!