I won’t be home for Mother’s Day (Sung to the tune of I’ll Be Home For Christmas)
Mother’s Day is this weekend. I’ll be in Wisconsin with my daughter for her registered nurse clinicals.
Months ago, I promised her I’d go with her, and her clinicals just happened to land on this weekend. She’s feeling guilty. I told her not to.
She won’t understand until she has children of her own, that there’s no where else I’d rather be than supporting her.
People ask me all the time if I put any of myself into my characters. Yvette, the heroine of Highlander’s Hope and Vangie, the heroine of The Viscount’s Vow do have something in common with me. They desperately want to be mother’s. My greatest desire was to become a mother, and I’ve been blessed with three amazing children. They are a wonder to me, and at times I am awed that God gave them to me to raise. 
This will be my first Mother’s Day away from my sons and hubby, and that does make me a bit melancholy. Not so much because I won’t be with them, but because I’m coming to grips with the fact that my children are adults and hubby and I are middle-aged.
Anyway, I’m betting they forget it’s Mother’s Day altogether. And, at least I’m spared another weird gift from the hubby. For Christmas I received a robot vacuum. I named him Romeo. I’ve received all kinds of interesting gifts over the years. Fishing poles, shovel, rubber boots, a lawn mower, leaf blower, broom, cheese grater . . . . toilet brush (No, I’m not kidding!).
So, what do you NOT want to receive for Mother’s Day?
