It's Mother's Day, and I sent an E-card to Kell. Then I stayed up past my usual bedtime of 6 a.m., waiting for her to wake before I called to give her my wishes over the phone. (I could've texted, but her generation still prefers traditional technology.)
I also sent an E-card to Danielle. She and I share a unique heritage, so I felt that I should honor her first Mother's Day as a mom. And yes, as I said last week I do have a personal interest in her and baby Francis.
I don't intend to contact Angelique. As I've said before in this space, she occupies a conflicted niche in my personal history. She's not my birth mother, nor has she been the one to develop a genuine, unquestioned maternal relationship with me (thanks, Kell!) but she was the female head of my household from infancy through my early teen years. That counts for something, I guess. I suppose Rudy has similar complicated feelings on Father's Day even though he never really knew his birth father, who died when Rudy was very young.
Wait a minute. Rudy...? Complicated feelings...? Nah.
