On holidays I couldn’t spend with my daughter, I went to big box stores. Once, on my birthday, I went to PetSmart and adopted a cat. On another Christmas, I roamed the aisles at Walmart for a few hours before leaving with bananas.
A few years ago, I went to IKEA on Mother’s Day. It was an adventure as well as a tradition. That Mother’s Day, I bought myself breakfast.
“Are you a Mom?” the cashier asked.
“Your breakfast’s free.”
I ate my free scrambled eggs and bought a mattress pad and sheets for my single bed.
This year, I’m better off. And I’m grateful.