I gave birth to my second child an hour before Mother’s Day, a few months after my move from Paris to the San Francisco Bay Area.
I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast and was starving. A vision of a delicious tray came to my mind and made my mouth water. A warm vegetable soup, then a fresh tomato and mozzarella salad, a piece of crusty baguette and a slice of creamy camembert and to end on a sweet note a mousse au chocolat would be perfect. I envisioned a sparkling Perrier with a zest of lemon to quench my thirst. After all, the year before I had delivered my first child in Paris, and the service had been close to the prestations of a Relais Château.
“You must be hungry,” the nurse said, reading my mind. “But the kitchens are closed now. Let me see what I can do.”
She returned with a huge grin. “I found something for you!” she announced cheerfully, handing my husband and I two cans of freezing cold Coca-Cola. “Congratulations and Happy Mother’s Day!”
Even though the Coca-Cola didn’t taste like the champagne the French uncork in similar circumstances, it was, however, fresh and sparkling.
This is how my husband and I toasted our first-American born child.
My first Mother’s Day in the USA remains very special, and even though my daughter was born an hour before the official day, I’ve sometimes wished her Happy Birthday on Mother’s Day when both happen to fall on the same day.
And I always kept a very fond memory of the Coca-Cola that felt then as sophisticated as French champagne.
This assortment of flowers is my Happy Mother’s Day bouquet to every Mom, Maman, Mama, Mum, Mummy…, reading this post.
Vous pouvez aussi lire un ancien billet ici en français.