Mother’s Day, 6 days later

Been thinking about this post all week.

I didn’t want to write a “Mother’s Day” post last Sunday because it seemed so trite, like I was going to take advantage of a holiday created by Hallmark someone else  and try to use it to bring in readers. Guess it’s a little like my oldest son not calling me on Mother’s Day because he thinks it’s pathetic to call someone to express your gratitude and love on a day someone tells you to, rather than just because you should. (I don’t necessarily disagree with that, but think he should call me anyway.)

Anyway, what’s come to mind regarding mother’s day is a series of things my children have said over the years which I think sum up the parenting experience particularly well.

First son:

Age ~3:  As a rather large man gets on the elevator with us, “Mommy, why is that man so incredibly fat?”

Also Age ~3, after we shared a bathroom stall in an Olive Garden restaurant: Son: “Did it hurt?” Me, thinking he had a UTI or something, “Did what hurt?” Son: “When they cut off your penis?”

Age ~5: “No offense, mom, but your butt looks really big in those pants.”

Only Daughter:

Age 5, upon meeting someone for the first time, and hearing her name: “Oh, YOU’re the woman who cut in front of my mom at the copy machine!”

Age 9: “Are you really upset about that pimple?”


Nephew to his Dad, Age ~3: “I can poop in my pants if I want to; it’s my life.”


Can’t really think of anything from Second Son, so either he’s more considerate, or my mind’s just a blank from 15 years of trying to keep him from playing in the street.


The best one, just the other day, as I watched my husband finish preparing our dinner. Daughter: “Do you always feel that way about him?” (Yes.)


My apologies to my regular readers for my relative absence the past couple of weeks. I had an audition and a solo recital this past week, am accompanying a voice recital this coming week and then leaving for 9 days in Italy, where I will play my solo program in Perugia. I’m a bit busy trying to get my life organized. I’ll be back at my usual pace in June. In the meantime, please feel free to read and comment on the archives. I may or may not be back this week, but will post photos and try to blog from Italy if I can get internet access. Until then, Ciao!

1 Response to “Mother’s Day, 6 days later”

  1. May 14, 2011 at 11:58 pm

    Have a wonderful time in Italy and bring me a keychain!

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