For everyone who is ambivalent about their mothers, I say you’re not alone. For everyone who sends a card or flowers because it would be too hard to face the storm, I say one day you’ll sail beyond it. To everyone who has done better than their parents: you are heroes. To every father who is a mother and every mother who is a father: you deserve respect.
My children gave me cards today. One of them was intricately wrapped in cut and curling paper; the other came with a necklace made by the giver. A made oatmeal for breakfast, my favourite, with apple, raisins, nuts and maple syrup. There is sunshine. The rest of the day will be like any Sunday, and I am blessed because any Sunday here is a pretty good day.