Because I have British, Bahamian and American kids I always like to imagine I might be remembered on three mother’s days….in fact what really happens is that no one remembers any.
“Mum, MEATLOAF,” presently seems to be the teenage cry around the house….but occasionally they curl up beside me and purr Mamacita and give me a hug and I remember those soft early years, and then I realize they really only want money to go out or need me to drive them somewhere.
For all you other Mamacitas out there, I salute you!
