This morning my son is having coffee, as he does every week, with his step-mother. When she phoned several years ago to tell us of his father's death in another country, she asked me if he would still want to see her. I promised that he would, for I knew it was the truth.
Rebecca, at Radish King, suggested that today we honor the good in our children, which had already been my intention. To be the mother/parent/guardian of a person who is strong and reliable in friendship, kind, generous and forgiving, funny and quick and not a bit fooled by malarkey is a gift bigger than all the iPads, books, new-to-me used cars and cleaning services in the world.
At 12:30 my son and I will sit with our favorite-restaurant take-out lunch and watch the Lakers either find the oomph for another chance or end their season. Watching movies, sports, comedy together really became a habit as he recovered from illness. Without his teachings, I would be stuck somewhere around 1994, ignorant of Asian martial arts and crime dramas, embarrassingly ill-informed about the NBA, clueless in the world of graphic novels and directors any younger than Sidney Lumet, a dinosaur among robots in a society that I could not hope to keep up with, were it not for him.
I met his step-mother 4 1/2 years ago when he was in Intensive Care. It was not the easiest day of my life but I knew the more people around him who loved him, the better his chances. Their mutual affection has meaning for them and for me. I am glad to share his Mother's Day with another who knows his worth.