Mayshane’s Place

Yes, the second Sunday in May and it’s officially the day we honor our mothers. I purchased a card and a couple of mini-roses I’m going to plant in the front yard as soon as some new top soil is delivered on Tuesday. Lots of gardening tasks scheduled for this week.

I’m sorry to say that I killed a chipmonk this morning on the way to the store and I’m very sad about it. It was running across the road though and it didn’t make it under the car without getting hit by my back wheel. I simply couldn’t stop in time. My gramma Mary told us shortly after our beloved black cocker spaniel was hit by a car in South Bend, Indiana on our way to her house in Brooklyn, that Tar Baby died so that some human being could live. Imagine that, a God that takes animals to save people. Now I’m sure that calmed me no end when she said it, but since I’m no longer a non-thinking child, and inclined to be sceptical of such fecundity, I think it’s important to acknowledge that I caused the death of one of nature’s own. And it makes me very sad. Regardless of whether or not some person didn’t expire because it died.

Now, as to why I am not a mother. Some people would say I was a mother…. you know what, I’m sure, because that’s what people do. It never occurred to me to even think about becoming a mother. I wasn’t one to play with dolls. I never daydreamed/imagined/contemplated being a mother. I actually loved my six-shooters I got for Christmas when I was eight and a half more than I like that silly doll my mother and dad gave me that same Christmas. Some could say I am perverse and I’d agree. About five years later my brother Mike got a BB rifle and I killed a bird with it. I changed my mind immediately about guns and what can be done with them. Could I wontenly kill another animal ever again? NO, in a word, but then there are some people I wouldn’t hesitate to take out if given a chance. I’m just perverse that way and that might be the reason I never became a mother or own a gun. And besides my gleeful perversity, I never met anyone I loved enough to want to reproduce with. Well, maybe one, but it wasn’t to be and I can only say it’s for the best. We both would have made terrible parents. To be a parent one must be able to be completely unselfish and I’m simply not made that way.

But for those of you who are mothers, thank you. Thank you for your patience, your courage, your sacrifice, your willingness to repopulate the earth and your undying love for your children. And a special thank you to my mother who I love with the passion of a priest for her God.

Posted on May 13th, 2007 by MJ
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