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I’M pretty certain it was six years ago. I know I was in a restaurant. I know, too, that I was a little tipsy ? that’s mother's day 2013 only way mother's day movie impulse could have come to me, mother's day songs only way I would have acted on it.


 I went through mother's day gifts names programmed into my cellphone, looking for moms. Tina. She was one, so she got a text message: Happy Mother’s Day. Barbara. She was one, so she got a message as well.

So did Adelle, Lisa, Sylvia. Happy Mother’s Day, Happy Mother’s Day, Happy Mother’s Day. Saying it to all those other mothers, as if that would make up for not being able to say it to my own.

For anyone who has lost a parent long before he or she expected to, Mother’s Day and Father’s Day are unsettling occasions, prompts to show appreciation that become prods to revisit grief.

They’re also proof that mother's day crafts world is full of accidental actuaries. I don’t know how else to explain it: Mother's Day Poems number of people who look at you and seem to calculate, correctly, that when you’re 33 years old, your mother should not yet be gone, and that there’s a good chance, according to median life expectancies, that she’s still around when you’re 37 and even when you’re 40, unless she had you late.

“Did you send flowers to Mom?” some acquaintance or stranger will ask ? a meaningless conversation filler, a verbal tic ? and you won’t give Mother's Day Cards right or full answer, because no offense was intended, and none was taken. You’ll smile, vaguely. Or nod, misleadingly. Or lie, politely, saying “yes,” then changing Mother's Day Flowers topic.