The birth of my daughter meant that I got to celebrate Mother’s Day, also in May, but then May got really and truly crowded when my son was born on May 10th. So now we had mom and dad’s anniversary on May 8th, Robbie’s birthday on May 10th, my and my ex’s anniversary on May 12, and Mother’s Day tended to get lost in the shuffle, even falling some years on the same day as Robbie’s birthday and so I often had to swallow my chops and take a back seat while my ex would smile and say, “Every day is Mother’s Day!” and I didn’t slap him.
Mackenzie held the reins while Caitlin, Sherman and Deedee rode behind him, under the cover of canvas and surrounded by pots and piles of clothing. Mackenzie knew to go west, but keeping his terror and uncertainty hidden from his siblings took all of the effort that he wasn’t spending on guiding the horses. “Where are we gonna go, Mack?” wondered Deedee. Mackenzie thought to himself, “I’m only 11, how am I supposed to know where we’re gonna go?” but he knew better than to say it.