I owe my mother an apology. I didn't send her a card for Mother's Day this year. Somehow my brain was thinking that Mother's Day was next Sunday, not today. I freely blame my daughter for this. It's a tragic affliction known as "Toddler Brain," which strikes millions of mothers every year, generally in households with only one child who is a toddler. Toddler Brain is capable of reducing intelligent, well-educated women into mere automatons (auto-matrons?) capable of feeding, dressing, and cleaning a toddler, but not much else. My days are generally filled with Snow White, potty training, cowboy princesses, sticky hands, and endless requests for snacks. I can tell you plot lines of multiple episodes of Dora the Explorer, but don't ask me to remember a holiday. Some days I can't even remember what subject I got that PhD in.
I can only hope that my own mother experienced this with me, and hopefully she'll understand. If not, I hope the following pictures of her grand-daughter will make up for her own daughter's short comings.
What you don't see in these photos is that Ally is standing right beside a humongous clump of poison ivy under those irises. It's all curly hair, big smiles, and pretty flowers up top, but potential irritating itchy rash that might drive you insane below*.
That's about as good of a metaphor for motherhood as there is.
*No Mom, Ally didn't actually come down with poison ivy as the result of this photo shoot, thank goodness.