I am reblogging some Mother’s Day musings inspired by a son’s poem, and for today adding flowers for my own sons and daughters and for my mother:
Not long ago I was gifted with the pleasure of hearing Billy Collins wryly read his poem about fashioning a plastic lanyard to present to his mother:
No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
could send one into the past more suddenly—
a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp
by a deep Adirondack lake
learning how to braid long thin plastic strips
into a lanyard, a gift for my mother. . . .
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Had a wonderful 2 hour phone conversation with my youngest yesterday. I forgot to count how many times we said “I love you, I’m proud of you, look what we’ve become, let’s keep growing”. Today my oldest is taking me to a wine & painting place where we get to dabble and sip with our mates and see what crazy creativity emerges. I am VERY excited about our craft project!
Joint craft projects are the best! Well, loving two-hour mother-child conversations of course top that 🙂 I carried with me from the old house each and every memory-suffused painting and craft they ever presented to me. No lanyards, but a lot of other works of love.
Steph — has your e-mail changed? I’ve tried half a dozen times to send you e-mail, and it always comes back as undeliverable. Send me e-mail with a good e-mail address!