Mother's Day was not quite real in the Kiddie Whorehouses I was raised in. I have been quite content to let it be "Mother-in-Law Day" for the entire 36 years of my marriage. Hubs has appreciated the simplicity. It is a religiously planned event for his upper-middle-class parents. Deviations are problematic. Seating arrangements strictly enforced. Even when I do not attend, my place at the table is set, silver properly arranged. I do not often attend. I am not really housebroken enough to comprehend the "proper" in silver arrangements. Don't even like my eating utensils coated with silver polish. Do you know what is in that stuff? And you are still putting it in your mouth?

This is the second Mother's Day since the MIL died. Last MIL Day, hubs was still convalescing from his string of near-death-experiences. We barely noticed its passing. This year feels different.

I bought my DIL (the mother of my 2 grandchildren) a Mother's Day present yesterday. Not sure I will have the courage to give it to her. She is quite the romantic. I think. She is still mostly a closed door mystery to her Monster-in-law.

Feeling kinda helpless. Anybody understand Mother's Day? Insights welcome. She is Mexican-American. Mother's Day is even more confusing in Spanish.