My grandmother always said Mother's Day was the silliest thing. She had nine children and 25 grandchildren, so probably received a goodly number of cards over the course of her long life-time. Once, maybe, and then she let everyone know that Every Day is Mother's Day so they stopped sending them.



On mother's day I do envy all those small appliances some of the moms receive. But I'm sure it's a case of the grass being greener, because I can imagine tearing off the gift wrap and having to fake being delighted to receive a pizza heater when I'd rather have had a spice grinder.

This is where my grandmother lived. Located out in the southwestern middle of nowhere next to the Navajo reservation, they didn't have electricity until the 1940s, and when they got it, there weren't any outlets in the kitchen for small appliances.



I thought about my grandmother every day when she was alive. Do you have someone like that in your life? It's a special feeling.

Spouses don't count, because we have to think of them several times a day, usually around meal time when deciding what they might like to have for the next meal.