The Mother Of All Blogs

from yadadarcyyada, it’s excellent, as always!

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https://yadadarcyyada.com/2017/05/13/the-mother-of-all-blogs/My best motherhood move? Making my son  understand I’m flawed… seriously flawed. As is everyone. I wanted him to understand

1. Not being perfect isn’t necessarily a bad thing.https://yadadarcyyada.com/2017/05/13/the-mother-of-all-blogs/2. No good deed goes unpunished, but do good deeds anyway, it will feel good.

https://yadadarcyyada.com/2017/05/13/the-mother-of-all-blogs/3. You can’t get rid of something or someone until you’ve learned what it or they need to teach you.https://yadadarcyyada.com/2017/05/13/the-mother-of-all-blogs/4. Motherhood isn’t a club. We’re not all the same. We shouldn’t care or compare how someone else is being a Mom, do what’s best for your child or children.https://yadadarcyyada.com/2017/05/13/the-mother-of-all-blogs/

5. We don’t really need a day, or a week, or a month, we need all people to be treated equally and respectfully. A woman isn’t instantly better because she has a child. We need just don’t one day where we get: flowers, diamonds, cards, ecards, buckets of chicken with recorded messages in the…

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A Mother’s Day

Holly says she doesn’t care about Jeremy’s lifestyle but she doesn’t understand is why he‘s proud of it.

Jeremy is her favorite son: a tall blond man who looks old enough
to be her husband.

People who are ‘not in the know’ say that Holly and Jeremy make a beautiful couple.

Holly prefers to believe that it’s her youthful good looks that fools people.

Holly says she loves her sinner but hates his sin and when Jeremy is ready to live God’s plan, she will accept him on his own terms.

It’s that other one; his partner:  a militant faggot that wants Jeremy more liberated.

Holly doesn’t think her son needs that kind of liberation.

Last week Jeremy’s ‘husband’ complained about the greeting cards
Holly sends.

Bob calls them Hallmark Torpedoes because Holly always includes Bob’s name on a yellow post it.

As Holly explains it,  “If those boys ever separate, and I pray they don’t–Jeremy can peel out the Bob’s name without destroying the meaning of the card.”

Bob  denounced Holly as a wig with teeth!

He demanded that Jeremy, “do something!”

Jeremy flew to Ohio from LA and invited Holly to a special
Mother’s Day dinner at the Airport Holiday Inn.

He accused her of covert homophobia.

Holly wept into her chef’s salad.

She reached across the table to take Jeremy’s hand and said softly through her tears: “Bob hates me. And he hates your family. I have always loved you as you are. Just as you are!”

Holly composed herself and pierced a slice of Blue Cheese covered ham with her fork.

She could almost read Jeremy’s mind: “How can I speak to my Mother like this? How can I make her cry?”

“I’ve already got your Christmas gift.” Holly said with a persecuted smile.

Jeremy’s face brightened at the chance to change the subject.

“Is it almost Christmas? I’ve been so busy . . . I‑Is the gift for both of us?”

“Oh, I saw something that was perfect for your Partner! Is that the right word?  Partner?””

“Yes.” Jeremy smiled.

Holly pierced another slice of ham: “Hickory Farms has an organic tea service with samples of over a hundred bags of tea! Does Bob drink tea?”

Jeremy gripped his Mother’s hand to support her inclusion of his partner in her Christmas shopping and smiled. “Our apartment reeks of peppermint tea.”

Holly released a long and exaggerated sigh: “I’m so happy!” she said. “It comes with a man-sized mug and one of those heating elements for boiling water.”

Holly beamed.

“And you know what Hickory Farms calls it? Solitaire . . . Isn’t that clever?”

(c) Rob Goldstein 2015-2017

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A Momma's View


Being a mother is a full time job. Actually it’s a 24/7 job. From the moment we open our eyes till the minute we fall asleep in one way or another we focus on our children. Even during the night. Have you realized that your sleep is not as deep as it used to be before you had children?

The interesting thing is that although it can be exhausting at times, we don’t really look at being a mother as a job in that sense. That’s because the things we do we do out of love. It’s natural, it’s normal, it’s who we are, who we want to be.

Our reward is not the paycheck at the end of the month. It’s not a promotion and it’s not an award. It’s a hug, a smile, a kiss. It’s seeing the sparkle in our children’s eyes. It’s seeing them happy, hearing…

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FEMINIST FRIDAY – MY FRIEND MAGGI

A moving tribute to friendship and important information about the signs and symptoms of brain tumors.

Haddon Musings

May is National Brain Tumor Awareness Month.  This is something I was never aware of or ever thought about until this month.  My dear friend Maggi is in the hospital fighting for her life against a malignant brain tumor.

I have been blest to call Maggi my friend since I was 20 years old.  She was the first friend I made from our Medical School crowd.  She was an instant friend.  She was smart and kind.  She loved to read all kind of books, she was a woman’s libber, she believed in Martin Luther King’s cause and she was kind to everyone.  She loved to dance and listened to all kinds of music and was always up for an adventure or a road trip.

As Maggi got older she didn’t change.  Her kindness to others only increased.  She has legions of loyal friends because of this wonderful quality.  She has…

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