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.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
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Well said.
Beautiful beautiful and most beautiful. Thank you, Marylinn.
love,
Rebecca
Oh, Marylinn- goosebumps! So beautiful. What a lovely Mother's Day gift to you and your son. :)
It sounds like a lovely Mother's Day. My wife, Nancy, is both mom and step-mom and was remembered by all her kids and grand kids today.
Laoch - Thank you. I have been flagrantly absent from your posts and will do my best to visit tomorrow.
Rebecca - Thank you. Your words about the Surfer spurred me to see this posted. (and for the Misses Toklas and Stein, merci.) xoxo
Jayne - Thank you. I hope your day was filled with other good goosebumps and smiles. We were most content here. xo
Robert - What I know of Nancy from your writings, she richly deserves all the affection sent her way. Thank you for writing. It was a fine day.
Loving, and loved.
Thank you for this.
xo
Happy Mothers' and Son day, Marylinn.
Gratitude to your son for keeping you connected with graphic novels and Asian martial arts:)
T. - Thank you and belated Mother's Day wishes. xo
Antares Cryptos - Shared gratitude for his illumination...everything from Shaolin monks to Brian Michael Bendis. I my plate weren't already so full, I could see really becoming immersed in graphic novels.
I am glad you are proud of your son,
and he must be something to be proud of.
Also of the grown up relationship you have..
Very refreshing for a bitter non believer in blood family.
i've been cookoo busy for a few days, but did drop by and visit you on Mother's Day. a wonderful posting, as usual. much love, Marylinn--you are a treasure.
mothers & sons....
A++++
btw, robert the skeptic, *love* your picture!
xo
susan
Denise - Thank you. I feel that he, and others among my family, past and present, are blessings, pure and simple. If there is bitterness I've never seen it or felt it in your work or your words. xo
Susan - Thank you. Do you LOVE Robert's photo? Heh heh.
Mothers and sons, there are many such combinations in my world. To be thought of as a treasure has made my day. And much love to you. Glad you had time to come up for air. xo
oh, so giving. you blend all the graces in this piece. your open embrace (the nba, even! :) ) is a gift all the way around and so it comes back to you.
i so related to what you shared about your son. i, too, have been enriched (king arthur and swords, S T I cars and film directors in the world....)
happy (belated) mother's day to you. i was seeing something in facebook today, meghan o'rouke had a quote about mothers (their story has no beginning). this is so you.
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