At a certain point, the beauty of Mother’s Day is found in realizing that you know your mother and that she knows you and that you’re both willing to accomodate each other. You give up the pretense that there is a perfect gift, that you can plan the perfect meal together, or that you can even figure out on which day you’ll be able to get along in order to celebrate.
Our realization came Friday evening when my mom looked at me and declared that we’d have Mother’s Day dinner Friday night, “Porque nunca se sabe cuando vamos a salir peleadas.”
Chuckle. Yes mom, let’s have dinner on Friday because while we do love each other, you never know when how long it’ll be before we’re on each other’s nerves.
(Note, there was no fight Friday night, or Saturday all day, or even on Sunday, but, as my mother says, “mejor tomar precauciones.”)
Lo Que Dijeron