Mother's Day reminder

Sunday is Mother's Day, so for all of you who've yet to get yourselves together, there's just enough time to call 1-800-flowers before you go down in history as the worst child on earth.

For those of you who visit my column regularly, you will have read my previous dissertation on my mother, but for those who haven't it's really quite worth the click. Go on....I'll wait.

I am happy to report that the past year has seen a marked improvement in the Queen Mum's behavior. During the whole wedding planning ordeal she was really quite on the ball, and even showed up to every single event on time - if you can believe it! Not only that, but she managed to wear high-heeled shoes and a strapless dress and look totally Fab, and didn't once mention the price tag. This is quite a leap for the woman who might own 2 pair of jeans...if they were on sale.

And as witnessed by her constant comments to my blog, she has become quite computer literate, at least with emails and checking the weather. I understand that very soon she will be able to attach picture files and then heaven help us!

2006 saw the first Christmas cards she's sent in my lifetime...now I didn't receive one but then, why waste a stamp on someone who already knows what it looks like. All other pieces of mail to me have missed the occasion by only a day or 2, which compared to a month is really something.

But even though I'm married now, she's still the one I call when I'm sick, and she still offers to hop on a plane to sit by my bedside as I cling to the life a head cold is trying to take from me. And of course she's still the first person I report any significant life developments to, though I now have to begin and end with "no, I'm not pregnant." Every time I travel she calls to send me "little angels" to protect me...though she can't always remember where I am. To combat this issue, she simply calls repeatedly and at odd hours to scare me into answering, so I'm afraid someone is in the hospital when really she just doesn't know what time zone I'm in.

It seems mother's can't stop being mothers, no matter how old their children get. But then, would we want them to? I mean, if you can't tell the woman who squeezed you onto the planet about your weight gain, money problems, and heartache, then who can you tell? You may not have told her about that keg party you threw when she went out of town your senior year, but she's got an idea- trust me. They know everything somehow, from what to take for a stomach ache to what gift to give at a bridal shower for a girl you don't like. No matter how far we roam or how professional we are, we'd be lost without our mothers.

She lived with you through puberty for god's sake, you owe her a card at the very least.

Happy Mother's Day to all mothers...thanks for knowing all about us and loving us anyway!!