Mothers, mothers, mothers

It's another year, another mother's day. This time it is a social distancing mother's day. Very symbolic as in this brand new world we are all forced to learn to love from afar.

I've been schooled in the love form afar thing - both kids away at University so loving from afar is the norm. BUT they are BACK and the love from close by renewed or semi-renewed as hugs and kisses and "corny" expressions of love still have to be done from afar. Yup, AFAR.

In this year of mother love I have learned that I STILL love them when they teach me how to make eggs despite that I've been cooking eggs FOR THEM for half a century almost. Turns out you have to make eggs by cooking them over the fire for thirty seconds and then hold the pan AWAY from the fire while stirring them and then again on the fire. This is to be repeated until eggs are cooked thoroughly. This as instructed from their new mother Gordon Ramsay who fails to mention in his egg cooking videos that NO MOTHER on real Earth would have that amount of time to make eggs like this if you are also, dressing your children, making lunches, reviewing previous days homework and getting ready for work yourself while he has ONE JOB and that is to find a way to fill a 30 minute show with his egg making.

Going on a bike ride today. Home to Stanley Park, lunch at Granville Island and up the BIG ASS Blenheim Hill. EXPERIENCES over gifts that my mantra.

As we are leaving I hear him ask: "Can you put sun screen on me?" I GLOW, a MOMENT of GLOW. I AM MOTHER hear me roar that is NOT something YouTube or for that matter Gordon Ramsay can do.