Being single on Mother's Day is hard. I've already written about holidays as a single parent sucking more than their fair share but there is something about March 8th and Mother's Day that feels like it needs a man. That something is that I have a little kid. One who can't go to the store to buy me a gift or doesn't know he needs to sit down and draw a picture for me. For that, he needs a dad.
Today, I have gotten an enormous amount of messages from the many men in my life. Colleagues, current friends, friends I haven't talked to in months and so on. Surprisingly, it's been more men than women. Women are enjoying their pampering day or at least that's what it feels like. Ya know, the shit you tell yourself to feel worse than you already do. But the message that meant the most was from Remi's dad.
For the last two years, he has ignored the two women's holidays so the bar for today was set pretty damn low. But when Remi busted out all the goodies he made at school, there was also a store bought card.
It said "I love you."
It was so simple and so perfect. The fact that his dad thought about it, bought it and sat Remi down to teach him how to treat a lady meant the world to me. I don't need a massage or a fancy breakfast. I just want to know that my son has a man figure in his life. And for that, I'm one happy and thankful mother.
