This is likely to be a very brief post. I'll just note that I never make a big deal of Hallmark holidays like Mother's Day. As my mother-in-law has said, "Every day should be Mother's Day." In fact, when my eldest said that he wanted to be home in time for Mother's Day, I suggested that maybe he should stay in Philly through the end of the month, since his rent is paid up, and being home would mean being sequestered with all of us for who knows how long. If he wanted some space and freedom for a bit longer, I wasn't going to object. In fact, I encouraged it.
But he didn't jump at that, and the plan was for him to come home this weekend, in time for Mother's Day. Until the plan changed. Now it seems that he wants to come home instead on Tuesday, two days after Mother's Day. My husband didn't bother asking why, but I did. Turns out he's staying to help his girlfriend pack. "When's she leaving Philly?" I texted him. "Monday."
When my husband came home, I unloaded a big bag of hurt, telling him that while I didn't make a big deal of Mother's Day, the fact that my son's giving up being home for it to help his very needy, always-stressed-out-girlfriend pack really stuck in my craw. And that's largely because as a young man headed to the Navy, who the hell knows how many years it'll be before he can be home for Mother's Day.
So yeah, I'm kind of way less than liking his girlfriend right now. Not only is she not supportive of his joining the Navy, she's now the reason I can't have all my kids home with me for Mother's Day. Yes, I know it's a made-up holiday. I get that. I also know that I packed up a three-story house by myself and this girl can't manage a one-bedroom apartment. Good luck with the real world, where young men willing to be at her beck and call might not be so easy to come by. And here's hoping that someday--with some other guy--she learns the cardinal rule my father, z'l taught his daughters: never come between a son and his mother...
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