8 AM The sun shines through my bedrooms window, I wake up and dive into F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby. I first read about Jay, Daisy, Nick and Tom over 20 years ago and before I venture out to see the new movie featuring the music of Jay Z, I need to refresh my memory.
“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one…just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, Ch. 1
9 AM Breakfast in bed: Trays arrive with silver plates featuring warm, fragrant waffles topped with mixed berries and fresh whip cream, a double soy cappuccino, the New York Times and Mother’s Day cards. I lounge and delight in this feast snuggling under the covers on our big bed with my husband and children.
10 AM Calls from my big children who have left the nest wishing me the most wonderful Mother’s Day and thanking me for being the bricks and mortar in their lives, the patient listener during their dark days, the cheerleader during their struggles and the die hard fan when they score their goals. My favorite words, “I love you.” seasoning all their messages.
11 AM Family Hike in Fryman Canyon with our two adorable labor doodles Shniztel and Felafel. Along the path, waiters in tuxedos serve chilled champagne flutes and fresh grapes. On this fresh pre-summer morning, the trails are filled with beaming mothers fashioned in Lulu Lemon surrounded by their adoring children.
ALL MORNING emails and texts from my sister wives arrive; exuberantly confirming that we are a sorority of wonderful mothers and women. Vast abundance of love and appreciation spread virally for hours.
One email arrives from my tween: Kobe <email@example.com> To: Liz <firstname.lastname@example.org> Happy mothers day mom i love you more than anything in the world although we have are rough time you are still amazing>>
1 PM The birds and squirrels play in the bright colored yard enjoying the warm sun. Lunch is delivered from Le Pain and I sit eating my quinoa salad and watching SMASH on television with my teenage daughter Eden.
2 PM A reporter from Huffington Post calls to interview me on what Mother’s Day means to me and inquires about my favorite Mother’s Day stories.
3 PM A walk along the boulevard visiting art galleries and window shopping. A stop for mani/pedis topped off with frozen yogurt and an espresso. Paparazzi snaps photos of the true celebrities, the beautiful mothers strolling with their families.
5 PM Home to rest before for dinner. I lay in my office reading The Great Gatsby, drinking a mint julep listening to the clanking of dishes as my husband and children prepare my final Mother’s Day Feast.
6 PM We sit down for a 5 course vegan dinner served on our finest china inspired by my vegan daughter and recipes my husband borrowed from Gwyneth. Our house elves dash around making sure that I do not lift a finger; my every wish is attended to even before I know them.
8 PM Finishing up The Great Gatsby and drifting off to sleep dreaming of the perfect day…..Beyonce sings Save the Hero in the back ground.
“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter–tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And one fine morning– So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, Ch. 9