I’m Pink Lady Apple Yeggs and my friend, and brother-in-law, Deviled Yeggs suggested that I record each project that I set up in the hopes of reforming the people who continue to work for Lily the Pink Enterprises.  If for no other reason, it would show how God is at work.

I was relaxing in my heated massage chair that I had behind my desk.  We were getting ready for our Mommie Club Mother’s Day celebration.

I was looking through our membership roster.  Tears came to my eyes as I thought of each of them.

The Mommie Club was informally created when Callie Yeggs, Pauline Niblick, and Maeve Yeggs were all pregnant at the same time.  The three met usually in Maeve’s office as she seems to never leave the mission downtown.  My sister (in-law), Naomi got pregnant just to join the “fun.”  Okay, she had worked her way through three children who were almost grown, and she wanted to slow down and be a mother for once.  And now she is pregnant with another on the way.

So, let’s start with the four ladies that started this.

Callie Yeggs, mother of Scarlett Ibis Yeggs (girl) and Blue Heron Yeggs (boy).  You would never guess that she is a professor of Ornithology and spends an occasional winter doing research in the Florida Everglades.

Pauline Niblick, mother of Baffing Spoon Niblick (girl) and St. Andrews Niblick (boy).  Her husband is the greenskeeper at the Hoity Toity Golf Club, and she provides therapy for non-team sports enthusiasts.  Besides, she’s a scratch golfer herself.

Maeve Yeggs, mother of Jayne Olivia Yeggs and Judah Oswald Yeggs.  Notice the initials are both J.O.Y.  The twins are called Jayne and Ozzie.  She is again expecting, and it seems that it might be more than one, again.  Oh, did I mention that Maeve, the counselor at the mission, married my father-in-law, an ex-con, and Maeve is young enough to be my daughter?

Trinity Naomi Tesla Yeggs, since I was an only child, my sister, mother of Easter Yeggs, Sophia, Blaise, and Gloria Grace, a.k.a. G.G. or Gigi if you prefer.  She is dean of faculty at the south campus of T.R.U.S.T.  She runs her therapy department, a branch of therapy that she developed.  Pauline Niblick was her first doctoral candidate and degree holder.  And Naomi is expecting about the same time as Maeve.

But then, Pink Sparkle is my little girl, born about a year after Gigi.

But my firstborn is the mayor of Tracy.  The monastery did a great job of bringing him up.  I was born into a crime family, and I did not want that for Boaz.  I was unmarried, and I hid my pregnancy, unsuccessfully, from my uncle and the rest of the Rotten Apples.  Uncle Deli says that he knew and he respected my decision to shelter him from that.  But to ensure that he grew up in the right atmosphere, Gwen Quinn took him to the monastery at my request.

But that gives me a soft spot for unwed mothers.  Missy had a child before running away from an illegal situation.  Her daughter Menzie was rescued from that life of human trafficking, having given birth to Lauren and Sammie.  Now Menzie has finished her sophomore year of high school, and her mother is my Chief Security Officer (CSO).  Missy married a Scottish piper and professor at the university, and she has reentered the motherhood thing with baby Ailsa.  Lauren, who will be in kindergarten next year is struggling with the idea that baby Ailsa is her aunt.

But for various reasons, we have more single mothers.  Mary Jo Lynn is marrying Tony Painter in July.  She is the mother of Frank Lynn.  They have been joking about changing his name to Franklyn Painter.  Josie was in high school, but now she is starting college. Both were abandoned when they would not abort the baby, and Daniel Frank are fun children, great joys in our nursery.

We have a family of young parents, Thomas and Catherine ver Waarloosd.  They have three children: Reuben, Samantha, and Levi. They had these three children while in their teens. Now, they are both trying to complete college degrees before having more children.

Of course, my nephew and his wife, Easter and Jemima, have little Stormie.  They are best friends with Rev. Joseph and Mary Jones, who just had baby Ethan.  And Kevin and Joseline Johnson have Misty, four months younger than Stormie, but already taller.  Maybe there is something to this “Amazon family legend.”

But of my six children, two are adopted: Kanok (Thailand) and Joon (South Korea).  You don’t have to give birth to the child to be a mother.  My best friend, who I call a sister, Gwen Quinn is unable to have children.  She has adopted four children: Valin (India), Thanh (Vietnam), Asha (Africa), and Catalina (Chile).

Tuesday Wednesday adopted three children, and changed their names to Thursday, Friday, and Saturday Wednesday.  Then she was surprised with a little boy (Holiday), and after a miscarriage, she finally has a little girl, Wednesday Wednesday.

But then, I have two stepsons.  While I was imprisoned in my own home, unable to be with the man that I would eventually marry, Scrambled Yeggs had two children from another woman.  She abandoned the children before weaning Poached Yeggs.  Poached is the husband of the aforementioned Callie Yeggs.  His older brother is married to Zuzka, who has a little boy, Olu Kulteni.  Cassie, wife of Boaz, has a baby boy, Phinehas.

I may be in trouble with a few ladies for not mentioning their names, but my thoughts about these mothers and their children is that motherhood takes a lot of love and a lot of work. It doesn’t make a difference how you became the mother of the child. You just love unconditionally.

Once a year, we celebrate Mother’s Day.  Those mothers who take that role seriously deserve to be recognized.

For that person who was your mother and/or the person who filled that role, show her some love today.

And if you are, or have ever been that person…

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

Credits

My mother hated Mother’s Day.  Well, she told me more than once that she hated her mother, and she hated the big “to-do” made on Mother’s Day.  But it was probably not liking her mother and not wanting to give her that special honor.  Oddly, until I met my wife, my favorite female human being was my mother’s mother, MawMaw.  And in temperament, my wife was MawMaw’s clone.  And when MawMaw had a cerebral hemorrhage and could not remember anything from the recent past, the one exception was that MawMaw remembered my wife, which added fuel to the fire when it came to my wife and my mother.

But on one fateful day, Mother’s Day, my brother called to say that his son had died of infant crib death.  My brother’s wife was recovering from a hysterectomy at the time.  Just a few more reasons for my mother to hate Mother’s Day.

Suddenly, I had to provide the family namesake.  But my mother did not like me.  After our first child, years later, my brother divorced his first wife, and his second wife produced the heir of the family name.  As my brother told me at the time, nothing that I did would ever matter.