Sunday, May 8, 2011

Happy Mother's Day!

Happily married with two wonderful children means a wonderful celebration on Mother's Day!  I have learned to love my own mother more from observing the mother of my own children.  I enjoy reading and writing about fictional characters, imbued with personality flaws, and struggling to learn how to overcome the trials that confront them.  Some characters never learn from their mistakes and endure unnecessary pain through their unwitting mistakes or stubbornness.  However, this is fiction and the reader can always close the book. 

Mother's are in charge of creating the character of their children.  They are responsible for helping them navigate their personality flaws and struggles so that they become good people capable of navigating this sometimes cruel world.  This is not fiction and they do not get to choose when to close the book and deal with problems at a more convenient time.  They also don't have the option of putting the book down permanently because they don't like what they are reading.  Thank you to my own mother, the mother of my children, and all the mothers out there who continue to read and write the stories they brought into this world. 

In our house most holidays, including Mother's Day, are celebrated with food.  Specifically, dinner and dessert.  The honored guest chooses the menu.  We recently purchased an outdoor grill and my wife wanted me to use it for her holiday.  Dad did the cooking, with the help of the children.  We enjoyed steak, shrimp, broccoli (everyone knows mom chose this item), and a brown rice salad.  Dessert was gone before Dad could take a picture, but it was Lemon Meringue Pie. 




HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!

2 comments:

  1. I discovered, or rediscovered, how much I dislike cooking, thanks to mother's day. I love my wife, want her to be happy, which my making dinner accomplished, yet I still dissliked the process. If left to my own devices I fear I would exist strictly on peanut butter jelly sandwiches and jerky. nothing else is worth the work.

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  2. Brohammas - I feel the same way sometimes. I love food but sometimes lack the energy to make it. In the end my stomach usually overcomes my laziness - as my waistline clearly indicates.

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