Proud Mama

I didn't take the traditional path that most woman take. I am a career woman. I didn't plan it. It just happened. I am thirty nine years old and the epitome of the single woman. Bridgit Jones's Diary is my favorite movie. I have a cat. In social situations, it can make me feel like the minority. I remember going out to lunch with my colleagues and the parents were exchanging stories about their children. I deadpanned with "my cat coughed up a fur ball the other day."

Every year when Mother's Day comes around, I feel like I'm missing out on something. This year, I've decided to write about what Mother's Day means to me.

Most importantly, it is an opportunity to celebrate my mother. We haven't always seen eye to eye, but I am extremely grateful she is in my life. I admire her for always supporting me in my endeavors. I wish her the best of health.

Mother's Day also reinforces my love for my kitty Bella. She is a fiesty, persitant, and lovable creature. I adopted her three years ago this May. I remember the day that I adopted her. She was hiding under the passenger seat of her owner's car. All I could see was this blonde face with these gorgeous blue eyes and cute pink nose. It was love at first sight. How could I reject her?

Lastly, Mother's Day reminds me of my connection with Mother Nature. I have been fortunate to be blessed with a green thumb. For the last three months, I have been pouring my heart and soul into cultivating the following plants from seed:

Coleus

Amaranthus

Celosia

Cosmos

Zinnea

Granted, I may not be the traditional "mom", but I consider myself a mom in my own way. Happy Mother's Day!