Happy Future Mother's Day

That's what I texted both of my best friends while on the way home to spend time with my dear Lovely yesterday morning.

I dunno, it's one of those silly/annoying things that I always said to other childless young ladies like myself after church on Mother's Day that for some reason always amused me. In the same way that putting unsuspecting bunny ears on people while they're talking to someone else or right before a group picture always amused me. I suppose I'm easily amused. Anyway.

I was pondering the prospect of future motherhood. And, I know, though I have to find a man first (or rather, he should find me, right? In my little butterflies-sunflowers-rainbows-Curious-George world, that's what the perfect guy would say to me—"I finally found you!" or no, how about, "I've found you at last!" as he alights from his trusty steed and I'm temporarily blinded by the sheen of his shining armor) and all of that before future motherhood could reasonably and realistically be considered, Mother's Day, aside from being grateful for my own mom, makes me think about what kind of mom I'd be. (And that's not a run-on sentence. Although it might have been red-lined "wordy" by the English teacher we dubbed The Goddess of English in high school. And, yes, the sentence before this one is a sentence fragment. And, no, technically you aren't supposed to begin sentences with 'and.')

There are two little boys I absolutely adore at my home church. It's so cute how the younger sibling always copies the older. I remember when that same phenomenon happened between my younger brothers. Near the tail end of altar call, I spied them asking their father if they could come over to me in the pew (I wasn't up front. Lawd have mercy on mah soul.) and they both ran over and stood on either side of me, clinging to me like cuddly toy soldiers. Gosh, my future mother heart melted, and I tousled their hair and showered them with kisses as they told me about their toys and their boo-boos (one of them, caused by a bike tire, happened to be on one's "biscuits," which I declined to view) and eventually filled their mouths with my last pieces of berry-flavored gum.

I think I may call up their mom and ask if I can come over sometime this week and read them stories or something. If one of your friends has a book you'd like to read, you ask to borrow it. If you need a power drill for some reason and know a buddy that has one, you can access the benefits of a power drill though you don't own one. So, I'm a future mother. I don't have kids, but I can borrow those of others from time to time. Perhaps my future mothering skills will become so acute that I'll be a good real one.