This year, Mother’s Day was not all about me as a mother. But that’s OK. It was a nice day anyway.
The Dad’s 35th birthday happened to fall on Mother’s Day this year. And his octogenarian grandmother was visiting from Florida, so we skipped our usual Mother’s Day brunch at Ina’s Kitchen in the West Loop and went out to the suburbs for a huge family gathering at the Holiday Inn instead. I was a little frightened when I walked into the hotel and saw large rounds and other tables scattered around a cavernous banquet room. But the food was good for what it was (mass buffet), and the dessert table was even better. Uncle Bad Influence riled up The Boy, The Girl, and their second cousin, while The Baby snuggled on Uncle Fuzzy’s lap. The Dad and I got a rare moment of peace (but only a moment!) and some adult conversation.
Afterwards, we headed back into the city to clean the house before The Dad’s friend and former colleague, Ranga, came to visit. Ranga used to be a software engineer, but now does IP work for a respected Silicon Valley firm. He was in town to depose an expert witness for the defense (his client), so we talked about people and places we used to know back when The Dad and I lived in San Francisco. We ordered Chicago’s famous stuffed pizza and, afterward, had an ice cream cake to celebrate The Dad’s birthday. The Dad took his friend back to his hotel and I put the kids in bed.