We were having a delightful day. We went and picked up a street vendor veggie dog, ate it in the park and then strolled towards home. We went through George Hislop parkette and found the tree dedicated to Ron Shearer. It is Mother's Day after all and we felt, as very young gay men, very much parented by George and Ron, and as part of that exquisitely MOTHERED by Ron. It just felt right.
I had spoken to my own mother, both yesterday and today, the flowers and chocolate had arrived nicely, though the card didn't make it in time. So we'd done the day the way I think it was intended to be done.
After stopping for tea at Second Cup on Yonge Street, we headed to the book store to pick up a few books. I am 'in' to 'Merrily Watkins' right now and wanted to pick up the next in the series. I was in the line up to buy books. A long line, exclusively of women. An elderly woman wandered into the line and the woman in front of me offered her to go in front of her. We all smiled approvingly.
Having made her purchase the elderly woman stepped out of line and put her purse on a display of books near the counter. She tucked a greeting card into her purse. Her eye caught mine, sitting in the wheelchair made it easy to make direct eye contact. A little smile curled her lips and she said, explaining the greeting card, "My daughter is very busy, I pick out my Mother's Day card and she will sign it when she comes over for dinner tonight." Everyone heard this comment, directed to me, and I could feel the tension rise in the room.
I didn't know what to say so I sat silent for a moment and then said, "Well, I hope you have a wonderful Mother's Day." She smiled a genuine smile and said, "Thank you so much for your kindness."
I handed my books to the clerk, a man, who took them and then slammed them each down after he scanned them. I said, "Whoa, I called my mom today."
"So did I," he said, "AND I bought a card."
To those of you who have mothered, 'Happy Mother's Day'.