Mothers Day has always been a non-event in my life… get the mom some flowers, make a card, and be generally appreciative (way back in the day there was breakfast in bed involved; thanks mom for taking one for the team and choking it down as a good sport). Even now as a mom, it’s nice, but as I told husband the other morning (in discussion about “what I want for mothers day”), it’s not another birthday. A gesture of appreciation (ie, a nap that I don’t have to ask for, perhaps a pedicure) would greatly suffice.
Nonetheless, a day usually composed of flowers, luncheons and I Love You’s has been elongated into a week’s worth of preparation and festivities. But that hasn’t helped me celebrate the day any better, no matter what the Today Show suggests.
I’m grateful for a time each year that I can be appreciative of the wonderful woman in my life who has loved and cared for me, answered my calls at the least convenient moment and set a wonderful example of the way I hope to be present in the lives of my children. I’m grateful for the woman she is and the time I continue to have with her. I’m not sure I’d be so introspective of my appreciation if I didn’t realize just how hard the day could be, and continues to be for many women. I hope that a luncheon and a pot of flowers (though thoughtfully selected) will make the message known: I have an idea of what my world would be like without, and I don’t like it. I don’t just need, but I want the continuing presence in my life. We don’t always get what we want; but today, I realize that I do.
I love you, mom!