It’s 8 a.m. Mother’s Day morning and the doorbell rings.
Could it be? He didn’t forget, after all?
I check out my appearance in the mirror: make-up free face, frizzy hair, leggings and sweatshirt adorn my body. That poor delivery person.
Nonetheless, I open the front door with bright eyes that grow wider as I see what’s standing in front of me. A young blond-haired man holding a tall glass vase filled with at least a dozen delicate long-stemmed pink roses.
I sigh with relief and relieve the man of his burden. “Thank you so much,” I gush, as if the gift is from him. But he smiles, pleased, as I withhold the question I want to ask: Who sent them?
I’m close to certain that the roses are from my son, who lives thousands of miles away from me literally and at times, figuratively.
Two years ago on Mother’s Day, I never received a card or a gift or any acknowledgement of the day. We’re close, my son and I, but his life is always filled up with wife and three young sons and a “job in finance” and biking and …., well, a LIFE. But. Still. He called me late that night with loving words and apologies and claimed, “your card is right here on my dresser – I forgot to mail it!”
Of course I told him it didn’t matter.
Of course it did. I waited for two weeks for that card. Then I let it go.
Six weeks later, I flew to California and met my darling boy for lunch in the city. We dined on the patio of a waterfront restaurant, staring out at the S.F. Bay and the sailboats, munching on salad and our thoughts. Halfway through the meal, my son exclaimed, “Oh, I almost forgot!” And he handed me his Mother’s Day card.
I wanted to fling it back in his face and say, “Forget it – too late.”
But I didn’t.
I close the front door behind me now, anxious to read the card attached to the vase, which I place gently on the dining room table. I inhale.
The roses don’t matter. They really don’t. I don’t need a gift or a card. I just want the thought – the thought that a mother still matters in a grown man’s heart.
I pick up the card and start to laugh. “To Judy – Happy Mother’s Day. Love, David.”
David and Judy live next door to us.
I pull on my yellow slicker and rain boots and trudge over, knocking gently on their door, enjoying the surprised pleased expression on Judy’s face. “Someone loves you very much,” I tell her with sincere joy.
When I return home and sip on my hot cup of tea, I decide that I’ve just received a lesson. I know my son loves me. He knows I love him. We don’t need cards or roses or …
The phone rings.
“Mom? Happy Mother’s Day! I love you!”
I laugh out loud.
Lesson learned.
Wonderful
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From the heart, for sure. Many thanks, David. xo
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Sons and mothers! Eyes brimming here xx
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You know it, Jean. Thinking of your April post “what is it about men and flowers?” 🙂 Hope all is okay with you in your beautiful slice of the world.
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OK, I have to ask (though I fully realize it puts you in a precarious situation): Flash fiction? True story? Or a combination of the two?
What you can accomplish in few words, Pam! I love the moment-by-moment self-talk roller coaster. Felt every second of this!
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Ohhhh, this post goes under the heading of an “I” piece (as I encourage my writing students to do every day). Very much exactly as it happened, six days ago. ❤
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Oh Pam, how wonderfully you tell this story. I am both laughing and feeling the happy tears with you.
You could have written my story, including flowers, delivery man, card and then the wonderful phone call.❤️
You are so right in your last realisation. You know you love each other and that is what counts, the tokens are lovely and warming but nothing like the bear hugs when you meet and the warmth and joy of the voices on the phone.
So May we both cherish having brought up strong and caring sons.
Miriam. 🌈🌻🌟🌹
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And that is the most important thing, and cuts to the chase Miriam. We raised wonderful loving (in their own way) sons❣️
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🌟😊❤️
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such a great story, pam –
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Thanks for reading my story!
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What a wonderful man you’ve raised!
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I am rather proud of
him. 😍
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Love this story!! My son always remembers Mother’s Day and sends me the most wonderful cards (not picked out by his wife). My daughter’s card is always quite late, but yes, I know she loves me.
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Ah, kids. 😏
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Oh, how I relate to so much in this. Thank you for a lovely early morning reminder.
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Thanks, Janet – a mother’s lament…? 🙃
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Wonderful, Pam. I knew where you’re coming from. Made me well up with happy tears.
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Happy tears are good!😅
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Sweet story, Pam. I’m glad he called.
My husband is the same way with his mother. I have to remind him to call her on Mother’s Day, her birthday, Christmas. . . 🙂
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Yes, I send all my guys’ cards to his relatives and remind him who to call. Perhaps we should go on strike…? 😉
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Too late now. I don’t want his mom to suffer. 😉
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True!! 😇
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This is so very lovely!! Such a sweet story to start my day!<3!
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Thanks for enjoying my mother’s lesson for the week. 🤓
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The neighbors’ flowers, oh dear, you have to laugh! For some reason that reminded me of the time the phone company changed my mother’s phone number without telling her (this was in Italy) on her birthday. She spent the day wondering why no one was calling her!!!
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Ohh, smiling- but your poor mom! Even though we know we’re loved, we still want to hear it. 😇
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Oh Pam, I could relate to this one! I have one too. Yes, I know he loves me …. BUT, it would be nice to be told once in a while. On the other hand, I’m extraordinarily blessed that he still takes the time to come home regularly for family events ❤
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I know- it’s harder for a parent to ‘let go’ than a grown up child. I mean … we knew them from their first ‘inside’ kicks! 🤗
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We’ve all been there ourselves as we pull away from our parents, only to miss them terribly when they’re gone
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Exactly. 😔
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Been there! I found that once they got older and had children of their own, they caught on! The flower delivery people, not so much! They delivered my flowers in the evening on Mothers day, really? 😀
Enjoy your weekend, Pam!
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Your Mother’s Day delivery time (not nice!!) reminds me of my son’s Christmas gift, which arrived on Christmas eve at 9 pm via FedEx. Phew, under the wire! 😝
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Beautiful! I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry…..
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I know. Both usually work-laughing and crying and then hopefully ending up with the laugh. 😘
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Yes, nice when it ends this way 🙂
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So universal!!
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True. May we mothers unite in peace and understanding… 😏
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A lovely story and one so universally relatable.
But, out of fairness, you should pull the same “I forgot to mail your card” crap on his birthday.
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Hmmm, interesting and clever idea from a very good son who, I think, always has his Mother’s Day cards sent on time. ❤️
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Always!
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Hi dear Pam, I have three boys, all fifty something. Enough said❤️! Jeanette
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Oh Jeanette, laughing at your comment. Thanks-that helps!
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Of course, it’s not the flowers. Of course, It’s not the card or the phone call. And of course, you know he loves you, even though he doesn’t always say! I operate on the principle that my family is busy, and I need to let go of expectations. Nine times out of ten, I am not disappointed!
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Excellent stunning and smart principle!!
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I smiled throughout this post. I’m fortunate that my kids both live in the same city so I get to see them often. I detest the commercializations of these special days and the emotional and financial burdens they bring. Perhaps like you feature in that lovely photo at the end of the post it’s not about things it’s about the relationship.
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My own commonsense tells me that I should not get sucked up in the commercialization of these “special days,” when in fact we are just fortunate to have a family and love within its members. You are so absolutely correct, Sue. And I’m hoping that as I share my karmic lesson, I learn from it. 🙃
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That phone call said it all. You’re so right. You don’t need the flowers. The call was much nicer.
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It was difficult for me to share this post because I’m so embarrassed about myself. But I guess that’s how we all learn. A phone call says so much more than flowers can. ❤️
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I think we’ve all gone through variations of this. I know I have.
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😋
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Beautiful and poignant Pam…I love the way you express your feelings, knowing in your heart of hearts that love is there…it always is! I wonder why we keep waiting for the validation each time, cards or flowers or words just reassure us about the bond, which can never be broken, which grows deeper with time and distance, which needs no verifications. Thanks for giving voice to the feelings of all those mothers who keep waiting for a gesture of affection 🙂 Have a wonderful weekend!
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Thank YOU, Balroop, for understanding my need of mother-son-love validation and yet also knowing that there is no need for such. Sometimes we humans like to make trouble when there is no problem. And by sharing my embarrassment here-I hope I share my lesson of just ‘feeling the love’ and letting everything else go. XO
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That is so funny. And soooo relateable. I get a phone call, and it’s enough for my busy kid, her life as a mom keeping her running. I was going to guess that the roses were from your husband. It cracked me up that the neighbor sent them. With neighbors like that, who needs kids and husbands. 😀
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Thanks for laughing along with me here. Yes, I think I better get to know our neighbor Chuck better. He sure does give good flowers. 🌺 😆
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Ha ha ha. 🙂
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That’s a very sweet story …and of course, deep down, it matters.😊
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Deep down, we know the love is there. But deep down, yeah, flowers are nice too. 🙂
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Lovely! ❤
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Thanks for reading, Bette. xo
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I agree with your final realization, Pam. Your son loves you deeply and you love him. No cards or flowers (or lack thereof) can change that!
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Maybe the song should be “PLEASE don’t bring me flowers…” 🙂 Yes, expectations can ruin the reality of true familial love. Thanks, Donna.
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It’s about the connection and he connected! Happy belated Mother’s Day!
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Connections last a whole lot longer than roses, don’t they, Kate? Happy May, Happy Connecting. xo
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It always comes down to the thought, doesn’t it? We get to the point we don’t need anything else. We have enough stuff. But the thought itself is lovely. 🙂
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Yes, Carrie. Oh my, and I live right next door practically to Walden Pond and Henry David Thoreau’s reminder of “Simplify Simplify Simplify.” A call, a thought, a love expressed. That’s what’s important. ❤
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What a sweet story. Funny, and then touching – as it is with many mother and son relationships.
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Mother- son relationships are almost as complicated as Mother- Daughter relationships. Jeez. But really, in the end, it’s just all there, inside our hearts.
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How sweet… sometimes we do need some acknowledgement. I got to be with my girl this year on Mother’s Day for the first time in 5 years. We live too far apart to make that day a priority when there are birthdays and weddings that take precedence. It was happenstance because she was really here for my graduation the Friday night before. It just so happens that it was Mother’s Day weekend so that worked out well. I have no relationship with my mother. We haven’t spoken in two years…. her choice. Long story that I may write about one day, but not today.
Happy belated MD my friend.. I am happy you got a well deserved phone call! 🙂 ❤
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CONGRATS ON YOUR GRADUATION, Courtney!! That is wonderful news, and I know now the reason I haven’t seen any blog posts by you for a while. You must be walking on air, plus to have your daughter there to celebrate with you. I’m so happy for you!!!
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Thanks! Yeah… it was a great weekend! 😃
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I’d take a phone call over flowers any day. My oldest lives in Boston and I never get to see him, but that call means the world to me.
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See? We (I) should understand our (my) priorities better. A call is much more personal. Thanks for reading and commenting – we moms of adult kids need to stand together. 🙂
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We do!
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Sweet! Hope you enjoyed lots of happy moments and memories on Mother’s Day.
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I think it’s best to remember that one day isn’t that important. It’s ALL the days of love and family and thought that count more. xo
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Sounds like me and my son…
Great picture of you two. 🙂
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Sons- gotta love ’em, huh? 🙂 Thanks so much for relating and commenting. xo
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My pleasure. 🙂
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One of my sons doesn’t do holidays, but in between will send gifts and cards. Sometimes i get a Christmas Card in May, A Mother’s day card in October, etc. It’s actually kind of neat.
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I think this is REALLY neat, Eileen. And much more thoughtful in so many ways. A Christmas card in May, Mother’s Day card in October – Love It!! Perhaps more of us should ‘not do’ holidays. Much more fun that way, and less hurt feelings. ❤
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Such good taste he has even if he often doesn’t have a good memory.
xxx Massive Hugs xxx
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Ha ha. You always know the exact right thing to say, David. xoxoxyouarethebestxoxoxoxox
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A story straight from the heart! My son also forgets Mother’s Day – it doesn’t penetrate in the Army. But it always catches me up when he says, “I love you, you know.”
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Thanks for realizing that my post about Mother’s Day did come straight ‘from the heart’ and wasn’t easy to write (or to admit my need for a reminder of love, when no need existed). You ‘get’ it exactly. And what a wonderful son you have …. of course!
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A good follow up to my Judith Voirst post😊
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Oh my gosh, that Voirst poem is perfect. Love her sense of humor….and yours! 🙂
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I’m breaking my blog “fast” to comment here. Your son looks and (sometimes) acts like mine – long, handsome face, kind eyes, dark features. Joel is absent-minded but I get cards on time because of his with-it wife Sarah. Bless ’em both!
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A thoughtful wife helps out many a son. I certainly helped my guy ‘remember’ his cards/calls to his mom. My son’s wife is a busy busy woman with a full-time job and three kids. She’s decided it’s not her job to remind my son, and I can understand that. In some ways, it makes it that much more amazing/special when I get that phone call. 🙂
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A lovely and touching story Pam, we need those cards on Motherday!
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Someone once suggested that we buy a pile of cards and just give them to our family members and help them know when to put a stamp on it. Ha ha.
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Oh what a great post. As a mom of three grown men I can totally relate. I know my sons love me but sometimes they forget the call…this year one of them posted two photos of us together, on my facebook page with a touching sincere heartfelt message. Totally made my day!
Peta
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Wow! That Facebook message was really special. My son won’t come near Facebook. Sons are so close to us in so many ways, and yet sometimes have a difficult time showing that. 💚
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What a beautiful post, Pam xxxx
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Thanks Dianne. I’m going to visit my son in California in a couple of weeks- he’s taking me out for a mother son dinner! I’m wondering if I should suggest we go for a motorcycle ride first! 😆
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Yes! tell him a ride on a motorcycle is now the ‘in thing’ 😀
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A lovely, heart-warming post Pam 🙂
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XO
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Life is a blessing and sometimes the best surprises aren’t on the appropriate day but they come in loud and clear!The twist with bouquet intended for the neighbor’s wife made me laugh, Pam! 🙂
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Fortunately, the mis- delivered flowers made me laugh too, Robin! Hope you had a great Mother’s Day. It’s a funny little Hallmark holiday but great for flower shops … 😏
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Pam, this post has me tearing up and giggling at the same time! 😀Those beautiful flowers…from your kind loving neighbours and then the phone call from your son. Yeah!! Roller-coaster emotions of being a mother. As a teenager, my son still remembers mother’s day (with a bit of prompting) and for the first time actually went out and bought a present himself alone and with his money!! That alone made me heart sing…as did getting breakfast in bed (albeit mostly prepared by my hubby!). Hope you had a lovely Mother’s Day and so glad you got a chance to talk to your busy son! You’re always in his heart and thoughts…he just doesn’t get time to show it much. sigh.
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Teenage sons are the best! They are still close to us and not afraid to show that they’re close to us. Your son gave you a delightful Mother’s Day. Hold the memory close to you. 💚
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Oh, I am, Pam! I recall weekend mornings when he’d bring in his trains / dr. who figures/ Mario figures and play at the end of our bed six or seven in the morning. Blessed. We’d slowly wake up with a cuppa tea…each stage of a child’s life is precious I realise.
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Each stage brings its own treasures, for sure. xo
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You and your son are very lucky to have each other! ❤
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You are so right, Amy! Hope you had a wonderful Mother’s Day perhaps by the sea. I’m having a great time seeing your Ocean City photos on Instagram.
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Great story Pam, with good comic relief – Judy. But glad your son called for affirmation. 🙂
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Comic relief keeps life happy, right Debby?! 🙂
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Absolutely Pam! 🙂
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I just found your wonderful blogsite. What a great story and thanks for the chuckle. Coming from a man; I wonder, if the traditional gift for Mother’s Day was a screwdriver or perhaps golf clubs, then we might be more likely to remember.
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I think you have a great point there, Jerry! So glad you found my little slice of “life,” here. I moseyed on over to your blog and loved it.
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I’ll take the phone call over flowers any day. Sometimes, it’s just a text. I’m still thrilled. Wonderful memory, Pam.
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Yes, we have a much better chance of communication re our kids with texts these days. Ahh, the world is a’changing. Me? I’ll stay with snail mail letters and sweet phone calls… (as well as the texts!) 🙂
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So sweet!! Happy belated mama day! 🙂
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Thanks, Kate. Always so great to have you stop by here! xo
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what a sweet story. the attachment is definitely not a once a year thing. I like to know everyday in my heart who I matter to and know they care. and vice vesrsa. can’t wait for a card to remind of that
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Cards are a special way to help a loved one to feel special. They just don’t have to arrive on a ‘certain ‘ day…! 💚
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true ☺
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Oh Pam! As I read this post I kept thinking “How wonderful that your son remembered Mother’s Day this year and brought you flowers!” Then I read that the bouquet came from your neighbors and, well, I was like “nooooo!” ~SO GLAD he called in the end.. As it is the THOUGHT that matters most ~ Way more than a card or flowers. I always phone my mom and if I cannot see her on the day then I make a point to see her within a day or two. It’s the hug I cherish giving her more than anything. Beautiful post xx
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And I’m sure that your mom cherishes that hug the most too. 🤗❤️🤗❤️
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Oh this is just gorgeous – I love that mixture of humour, tenderness, love… I agree, those closest to us know we love them, and we know they love us, but it really doesn’t do any harm to affirm it now and again!! So glad you got the call, and I shared your joy in delivering flowers, in boots and no make up, to Judy next door. Much love to you, Harula x
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Poor Judy was worried that I’d seen her with no makeup and still in her bathrobe. Funny the things we worry about that we shouldn’t worry about!
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Oh my! The same thing happened to me one year! So, if it’s happened to both of us- just think how many times there are sad and disappointed people! There’s the person who thought they got flowers and then had to give them back and the person who thought they had been forgotten- well at least they had the happy ending! Good post! I guess the days of macaroni arts and crafts were the best gifts! Good post!
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Ha ha. Yes, and I STILL have those macaroni 3rd grade Mother’s Day gifts in my bottom dresser drawer. :-0
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What a beautiful story. It reminds me of the love between partners, where the thought counts and the gift is appreciated, but where deep love always exists, even when not expressed! Glad to see that you still make it to the Bay area once in a while!
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As often as possible. I have a few favorite seals to bark back to, and a pelican family to check on. AND, my son is taking me out for dinner when I come out in two weeks – just the two of us. Best Mother’s Day gift ever. ❤
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That is awesome. And, once again, you were not forgotten. 🙂 Have fun with the sea lions and pelicans. We will be happy to be back in the Bay Area on June 21st!
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