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When your parents don't like each other very much, planning for Mother's Day can be kinda complicated. I can't exactly drive anywhere to pick out a card and, unlike in Anna's family, my dad's not going to show up any time soon to make sure my mom gets a card for Mother's Day.
When I was little, my grandfather used to take me shopping for Mother's Day cards -- one for mom and one for Grandma -- or at least that's how Mom tells it. I kinda remember going out alone with my grandpa sometimes, but I don't remember where we went or what we bought. Except for candy and ice cream. Those trips I remember. Mom says that all "came crashing to a halt" when she and I moved out and into our own house.
When I was about five, Bets and I started our Mother's Day shopping tradition. Bets picked me up after school one day and took me to the gift shop, and then out for ice cream. Bets has a way of making everything fun and I remember that I felt really special going out with a grown-up who wasn't my mom and picking out stuff for my mom all by myself. Back then, I usually picked something pretty or sparkly -- or both -- and didn't worry too much about what the card said.
This year will be the eighth year that Bets and I have gone card shopping. Somewhere between five and thirteen, I figured out what a good friend Bets is to Mom, and that the inside of the card matters more than the outside.
|Marita, Charli and Bets are all|
characters in my novel,
Casting the First Stone.
This year, I think I want to get something for Angel, too. I never did before -- honestly, I never even thought of it when I was only going to Dad's every other weekend. And there was no way my mom was going to get that ball rolling, although I think this year, she'll understand, and maybe even agree.
I wonder if Bets will be a mom someday. I think she'd be good at making sure her kids had fun -- and ice cream. And I think she'd definitely love sparkly cards. She's certainly paid for enough of them in the past eight years.
Maybe this year, I should get a card for Bets, too -- not a Mother's Day card, of course -- just one that thanks her for making sure my mom had a Mother's Day celebration during all these years when I was too young to know it mattered.
Or maybe I'll just pay for her ice cream.