Patch Blog: Dadmissions on Mother's Day

As we approach Mothers Day, just a mini ode to my wife Gloria and her tolerance for her other half. Maybe opposites do attract.

Dadmission:

I know Gloria loves pedicures, orchids and "Sister Act 2." I know she likes a nice glass of wine—Pinot Noir is her favorite. I hate wine. I know she likes shoes, likes to watch the Food Network, Lifetime television, and anything where people dress up in costume to reenact events that happened two hundred years ago or more.

I really hate all these things, but somehow Glo and I have managed to make it work. Her "Les Miserables" is my "Ice Road Truckers." Her "Cupcake Wars" is my "Deadliest Catch." Her Soap Network 90210 reruns are my Gene Simmons "Family Jewels." 

Glo knows I love hamburgers, Sam Adams beer, and any of the Vacation movies with Chevy Chase—Christmas Vacation is a holiday classic for this Jewish boy. She knows the remote control stops when it comes to any of the Rocky movies that I've been staring at for more than 30 years now. Yes, in the birthing suite when Gloria was waiting to deliver Alicia and they let us watch DVD's, it was the Rocky movies that I popped in to pass the time.

I'm surprised she didn't call the whole thing off then and there.

Gloria knows I love her, even when my wedding ring disappears for three weeks and then turns up in a half-empty tray of Nabisco Vienna Fingers. She knows I love Vienna Fingers.

On this Mothers Day, I pledge to Glo, a bottle of Pinot Noir, a new pair of shoes, some quality TV time, and a reduction in the amount of my normal man-nagging. Yes, man-nagging. I can't promise to cut it out all together. But I will work at it.

What can I say, on this Mother's Day, I'm still a work in progress.