I didn’t post on Mother’s Day because I was in Scotland. Even better, I was in Scotland with my mom on Mother’s Day. The death of my uncle didn’t make the circumstances ideal, but I was glad to see her and some of the family. My family is a bit… quirky. I suppose when the family has 12 children (Scottish and Catholic, go figure) there is bound to be a degree of peculiarity. Some are on speaking terms, some aren’t. There is giving and taking and laughter and frustration. It was so good to spend an evening together. Conversations ranged from the macabre to general catching up to scandalous but it felt quite us – no holds barred, no sugar coating, no polite conversation because there was a newcomer in the room (sorry, Andy). And though we left when the conversation turned to S&M (again, sorry, Andy), I loved it. It’s who we are and we’re fun and hilarious and loving and strange and certainly dysfunctional but we’re a family.
I gave my mom a woolen tartan scarf for Mother’s Day. It was the Lindsay tartan, not due to my (completely substantiated) vanity but because Lindsay is my grandmother’s maiden name and my namesake. And it’s actually a pretty tartan.
So this post is late and I’m okay with that. Happy Mother’s Day to my wonderful and beautiful mum and to all of those other mommies out there too!
“My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.”~ Mark Twain
