Happy Mother’s Day (Once Removed)
I’ve long had bittersweet feelings for Mother’s Day.
On one hand, my mother is my favorite person in the whole world. (Sorry, Hubby, but it’s true.)
But the biggest regret of my life is that I never had children. I married late in life and it just never happened. For many years I thought my heart would break. But it didn’t break completely. And as the years went by, a kind of contentment filled that empty space. No one gets everything she wants in life. And I have so many wonderful gifts.
And I also filled that empty space with someone else to love. Children of the furry kind.
Since I met my husband we’ve had a batch of kitties. Multiples at one time. Three right now.
And they are sweet and funny and loving. And I don’t have to sacrifice my wardrobe budget for a college fund.
The kitties ALL prefer my husband.
I want to feel motherly towards them. I really do. But they don’t see me as Mommy.
They have Mr. Mom.
And I see that I may not have quite the maternal instinct I thought I had. Because my husband’s maternal instinct is so much stronger
This Mother’s Day was no exception.
In the morning we took our usual Sunday walk around the yard, checking all the flower beds while we had our second cup of coffee. Our two oldest cats came with us.
Stewart, our big male, is quite a coward, and after five minutes he went to the kitchen door, and we let him back in the house. He was late for a nap.
That left our old girl, Snickers. She’s about 15, but under 6 lbs. She’s a tiny but fearless thing. She followed us around the yard for just a few minutes, and then took off for her own exploration.
My husband went into a panic. “Oh no! She’s run away! She’ll be killed by a coyote! She’ll get lost! I can’t bear to lose her this way!”
And one half hour later, she came trotting up the driveway and came in.
Later in the afternoon, after all our Sunday chores were done, we took our showers and got ready to visit my mother.
I was reading a book, waiting for my husband to take his shower. And he finally came down (he takes as long in the shower as I do) and he said, “Where’s Lillian?” (that’s the youngest cat)
“I don’t know,” I mumbled, not looking up from my book.
And Hubby went berserk.
“I can’t understand why you don’t even give a damn about the cats!” he hollered. “You didn’t even look for Lillian!”
“I didn’t know she was missing,” I replied calmly.
“Well, I don’t see her and you know she was despondent!”
Yeah, that’s the word he used. Despondent.
Here’s the story. Lillian is not only a little fat. She is obese. And we are worried about her health. So on Monday we tried a new healthier, low-calorie cat food. And Lillian went under the bed and sulked. And the next day my husband relented and gave Lillian her favorite Meow Mix, which I think is the Froot Loops of the feline junk food world.
I am a bad mother. I didn’t even realize she was despondent.
And by the way, she was sleeping in the sunshine by the French doors.
Happy Mother’s Day to my husband – mother to Snickers, Stewart and Lillian.