Mother's Day
Saturday morning I took the boy to Wellesley to buy flowers for Beth. He chose a nice bouquet, though later he insisted that I had chosen it. I think maybe I pointed it out and said, “Momma would like that one.”
Then we went to Anderson’s, a jewelry store to find a charm for her charm bracelet. He chose a silver charm with three little gardening tools.
Sunday morning, the boy wanted to serve Beth waffles in bed. So he “helped” me make waffles. I put them on a tray and brought them up, so she and the boy could eat them while they watched a movie. She asked me if I wanted to eat with them, and I said “No, I’ll eat downstairs with the help.”
OK, it’s a little peavish, but all month I keep hearing how now that I’ve decided to leave I’m finally doing all these things she wanted me to do. I don’t know. I’ve always done this for her. It was always my intention to throw away those old computers from my office. If I were truly peavish, I suppose I’d say that now that I’m leaving, she’s finally noticing.
I’m not expecting any great reciprocity on Father’s Day next month.