Did do you anything special for Mother’s Day, I asked. “No. My culture doesn’t celebrate Mother’s Day, but…” He continued “To me, every day is Mother’s Day.” Why? “I call my mom every day anyway.”
A twenty-something me might have ridiculed him. But this forty-something me would give him pure respect. Such a routine is not my character, but that character is not something I’m proud of. What is the relationship like when you do it? It’s beyond my imagination.
I called my mom and told the story. She was politely impressed, as she always is. We had a brief conversation after that, then said goodbye.
Today is a Mother’s Day. I know tomorrow wouldn’t, but next Wednesday maybe it is.