Mothers Day

We are going to barbecue. Tom does pork ribs that are famous in our circle of friends.
He has been whining that we kept the house much cleaner when his mother was visiting us. I have to say I enjoyed her company. She would get into the kitchen and start wiping counters. She would bring her dishes to the sink. She would bring other people's dishes to the sink, what a novelty in this house of men. I get so irritated at being the only one that picks up or knows where the laundry room is or a garbage can is located. It was lovely having someone else in the house to work with me. Her company was appreciated. My house stayed consistently clean all week with her support and help.

I have been blessed with a great mother of my own. She is full of life and a real character. I enjoy watching her with other people. She has a glow and laughter that is contagious. She can make a sick person laugh with her stories. She lights up a room with her presence. The flaw is she is an incredibly soft touch when it comes to her grand children. They walk all over her, and then afterwards she realizes it. She was never a soft touch when we were growing up. But then that's what Grandmas are for, spoil the children then give them back, a little revenge. That is what Gigi says.

My little sister lives so far away, that Tory and I like to give hugs to her mother for her. Margaret never complains. She is calm and graceful like a fresh breeze. We all know she misses her daughter and her grandson dreadfully, living so far away. She loves to have activities to fill her time. Tory is going for a walk this morning with her in the Arboretum. What a lovely way to start Mother's Day.

Myself, I am making Tom Barbecue for a couple of my oldest and dearest friends and their children. Its Mother's Day, how can he say No? We are going to do the barbecue at their house, per my girlfriend's request. She wants to show off her newly installed marble floors that she did herself, but still have Tom cook. She was the one that got me started on the road to home improvement. We would trade off watching each other's infant children while we would take turns ripping out carpets and laying tile or wood in our homes next door to each other.

I know this new project will look lovely. She has been working on it for months. I can't wait to see the floors. It is a perfect way to spend Mother's Day, admiring a project well done with good friends. They have land for the children to run around, so the boys love playing at their house. She has all the ribs and BBQ sauce ready to go. It has been hard to see them recently because she has a big family with small children still. Someone has been sick at one time or another precluding any play dates. Which is too bad since she is one of my few friends I know who is a home mom available during a school day to play.

So we are looking forward to Tom doing all the work and the mess being at someone Else's house. Perfect.