Mother's Day Brunch

Let me tell you up front.  I adore my kids.  Smart, committed to their values, funny, serious, loving, beautiful.  But, I'm their mom.  What do you expect me to say?  Each of the three are totally their own person.  They are all much more reserved than me, which would be about everybody anyway.

My oldest has two young children with exuberant personalities.  How did this happen to two quiet parents? she asks.  I apologize again.

They have their own opinions about my blog.  My son is clearly a fan.  You go, Mom!  The girls?  Not as much.  TMI!  I get that it has to be a challenge to read about your mother's dating life.

So, last week, I'm talking to the older one on the phone and find she's forwarding it to her friends.  Really.  Last weekend, the younger daughter and her fiance hosted a barbeque for their soccer friends.  I'm the only geezer there.  Her college roommate comes up to me, "I love your blog."  Hmmm...there's only one person who could have sent it to her.  A revelation.  She loves the ones that don't make her lose her lunch.

Mother's Day is fast approaching.  Brunch is the plan.  I ask them if they would like to support me at an open mic Mother's Day Poetry and Prose Reading.  No hesitation.  They're coming.  I'm elated and frozen all at the same time.  I did an open mic reading 35 years ago when I lived in Connecticut and was writing poetry in a women's group.  The reading was in a tiny library branch, maybe 10 people.  This will be different.

What should I read?  I'll probably have enough time to read two blogs.  Should I read something totally unrelated to the blog like last summer when I went water skiing for the first time since I was 16?  Or should I read Paralyzed, a morose piece about when I found out my dear late husband was HIV positive?  Probably, not appropriate for Mother's Day.  Ya think?

What if it turns out that I like Sammy?  Should I ask him to come?  Probably not a good move.  I'll restrain myself.  He already wants to see my writing...God help me.

I tell my younger daughter Sammy's coming to town next week.
Where's he staying, she wants to know.
Not with me.  He has his own place here.
Good.  Don't go anywhere alone with him.  He sounds too good to be true.

She thinks I have absolutely no common sense at all!  At least, I know not to go anywhere alone with him on the first date.  But, if there's a second date.....mmmm.  She is freaking out if she's reading this!
Just kidding.

Your turn to weigh in.  Seriously, what should I read?