It's always odd when you gain a new holiday. All week, people have been asking me what I'm going to do for "my first Mother's Day". It's likely I'll do a good bit of nothing, as my husband is working all day (being the chef kinda takes holidays away) and my own mother is a few thousand miles away in Louisiana. I will probably contemplate the nature of motherhood and the nature of this creature in my womb, and hope that his nature is nothing like that of the boy on the news story this morning who got up and shot his mom in the head three times, ostensibly because he resented having to go and get her a card on this, the fakest of fake holidays, the annual celebration of mimosas and Hallmark, of lilies and eggs Benedict. Call your mom today. I haven't even seen my still-developing son yet and I'm already mad at him for not getting me roses.