Queen of the World

Happy Mother's Day, especially to my own sweet mumma. I wish I could be there to make her my special burnt toast and tap-water tea. For old time's sake.

To all the other Moms I decree a day of peace, in mind, body and soul. Surrender the agenda. Take the path of least resistance. Experiment with being, not doing. See if the world still goes around.

To all the Dads, I invest you as honourary mothers for today. Surrender the agenda. Block off the path of least resistance. Go the distance. Abandon hope of reading the Sunday paper, catching up on work, hearing the score. Answer tenderly at the first cry, serve vegetables with lunch, take the kids all by yourself somewhere you've never gone with them before. It might be a corner of your own backyard. Don't expect to be able to keep this up for very long. But go ahead and feel guilty that you can't.

To every mother's child, I command (if you don't know it and love it already) you to go read the poem The Lanyard by Billy Collins. And remind me to tell you sometime about the weekend my girlfriend and I spent stalking him.

Have a wonderful Mother's Day for Peace.