My first ever being a mother at Mother's Day (13 years ago) and we went to a Mother's Day brunch where the surliest waiter in history ruined the entire experience. He was hateful to us, nice to other tables and when we left I spoke to the manager and told him that he ruined what shoulkd have been a great day.
My first Mother's Day.
Mollie's birthday is on the 13th and since the two days are so close together I've made it a habit to ignore Mother's Day and concentrate on the birthday.
Today, I think, was my first real, real Mother's Day.
Yellow roses, a coffee cup and a mirror as well as French toast and bacon for breakfast. All done by my daughter.
I'm on cloud 9.
