Come Mother's Day, I can't pay homage -- "momage" -- enough to my mom. But the day also belongs to my mom friends, to whom I send massive bouquets of light and gratitude. Thank you for being so kind, so solid, so there. Thank you for making me a mom in the fullest, funnest sense of the word.
The inquiry has persisted over the years, made by different people in different places under different contexts: "Do you want to have more?" Now I understand what they were too polite to really ask: "Are you crazy enough, at your age, to do it again?"