Mother's Day. Man, it's right up there with "Administrative Professionals Day". I just looked up the history of "Mother's Day" - it was created by a woman in West Virginia, Anna Jarvis, in 1908 after her mother died, and she wanted to honor her.
I'm officially re-titling tomorrow "Anna Jarvis's Mother's Day". Because if my kid doesn't think about how fantastic I am until after I'm dead, I've seriously done something wrong.
What is Mother's Day, anyway? You sleep in, get some french toast made by your kids on a tray in bed, a card, and some guilt jewlery. If you've been trying for years, but haven't been able to get pregnant, it's the day you close the curtains and spend the day in bed. BT, DT. If you've lost your mother, you do whatever you can to distract yourself. If you can't get pregnant and you've lost your mother, girl, come to my house. I have liquor and chocolate, and I will sit with you all day and let you wipe your nose on my sleeve.
You know what I want? A kid who likes to hug me, year-round. Who makes me breakfast because she loves me, felt like making breakfast for herself, and knows how because I taught her. A kid who always shows consideration to others and says "please" and "thank you". A kid with a crazy sense of humor who speaks her mind and believes in herself. A child who gives you a special gift because she wants to make you smile, not because Hallmark says she should.
And not just tomorrow.
Mother's Day, you are officially banned.
Baby girl, you sweet, delicious thing, you are the diamond around my neck. :)
If anyone needs me, I'll be at my mother's. She always has liquor and chocolate, and not just for made-up holidays, either.
3 comments:
OMG, Mary! I wish I had read this post sooner! You hit the nail on the head! All I could think about the other day was "Dammit.. motherhood is a reward in itself.. I hope all the mothers out there realize how lucky they are!" And I spent the day doing only the things that make me smile. I love on my mom and grandma all year long. Sunday was only for me...
Most of us do, Adj. :) The ones that don't can have my share of the soggy french toast.
Thinking of you.
Love,
M.
Thank you so much for this reminder. My Mother's Day sucked...I spent too much time missing Rivi and feeling sorry for myself.
Next year, we'll have a long-distance phone party, okay?
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