Thoughts on the Second Sunday in May

Happy Mothers Day!

Or is it Happy Mothers' Day!

Or Happy Mother's Day!

Inquiring grammarians want to know.

*****

Big Cuter was born on the second Sunday in May.  

This was a fortunate choice on his part, since the hospital celebrated the holiday by gifting me a red rose and a steak dinner. 

*****

This was my 2015 Mothers' Day post, with 10 month old FlapJilly's bare footprints decorating the planter.

Ten years later, she's two inches away from being taller than I am, with feet that are definitely bigger than that painted ceramic pot.

*****

From a 2018 phone call and text from 8 months pregnant Little Cuter and almost 4 year old FlapJilly.

(Cue Happy Birthday, played sprightly and with enthusiasm to accompany Little Cuter's mellifluous tones.)

Happy Mothers Day to you
Happy Mothers Day to you
Happy Mothers Day Dear Mommy and Grandma-from-FlapJilly-who's-refusing-to-sing-along
Happy Birthday....
     OH SHIT
Happy Mothers Day to YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!

Her follow-up text read, simply, I'm soooooo tired!
*****

I've lived a decade without my mom. 

I want to send her a card and a prune Danish and a gardenia corsage.

Instead, I'll read some G'ma-centric posts and look at old photographs and be glad that she was in my life at all.

She would have the definitive opinion on that pesky apostrophe.

Happy Mothers/Mother's/Mothers' Day

Little Cuter likes the last one; it's the most inclusive.