I was at the supermarket balancing 6 month old Peter on my hip and purchasing groceries for a Mother’s Day Brunch for a small army, my shopping cart overflowing. At 30 years old it wasn’t unusual for me to put on a feast for 30-40 people. Doing take-out was never an option. “Wow, are you having a party?” the checkout clerk asked. Of course they always asked me that because, like my mother before me, my grocery cart was always piled high with food. The more you feed your family, of course, the more you love them!
“Yes.. a Mother’s Day Brunch. I wonder when it will be my turn to have a Mother’s Day?!” I said somewhat sarcastically and somewhat truthfully. My Mother’s Day would be spent standing in the kitchen over a hot stove! (Ha.. doesn’t that sound like something your mother would say?)
