Mother’s Day is almost over and I’ve been musing about this post. I want to write something, but what? I thought, I could start with the definition of “mother”, but then in reality, I unfortunately do not know that definition. I know it from one side of the story – watching and learning from my own mother. The other side would be the true understanding of motherhood that only comes from being a mom. I think in my life, I’ve gotten micro slices of that feeling of intense love that fills your senses and takes away all common sense where a child could have you wrapped around their little finger and play you like a violin. I’ve seen that happen also and have watched mothers be oblivious to the power yielded by their little monsters. Alas, am I straying off course? Maybe. Maybe not.
Today, on Facebook I saw a post from a mom advising other moms to “milk it” for today anything was fair game. I personally, felt bad for that mom. I thought about the moms who might have felt the need to “milk it”. It’s like they give their whole life and sacrifice and deal with the crap of the wonderful nature of motherhood and they get what in return? A day! Out of 365 days, they get ONE day. My mom always said that everyday was Mother’s Day and that’s what I feel. A mother is more deserving of being special everyday and it’s almost an insult to give her one day. One measly day. It’s like saying, I love you and I appreciate you and I’ll take the time and effort on this day. The other days, well, don’t expect much. It’s not mother’s day and we did all that stuff for mother’s day so get over it!!!
My niece asked me this morning if I wished my mom a happy Mother’s Day. I told her I’ll get to it. And then after going around and running errands, I went to visit my mom. I don’t know if I did it for mother’s day or if I just wanted to go visit with her. No. I think I went because I felt obligated for Mother’s Day and the sad part of it is that I almost feel like it absolves me of my duties as a daughter because I took the time and effort to go visit her on Mother’s day. If she calls, I can always say, hey, I visited on Mother’s Day so don’t complain. See, my mom would tell me off and tell me that there is no such thing as Mother’s day and the fact I visited her on Mother’s Day doesn’t count. Everyday should be just as special. I guess that’s why I didn’t send her flowers or do anything different.
For those of you who think that I’m a horrible daughter for not doing something out of this world on Mother’s Day, well, you are entitled to your opinions. My mother, has done more for me, than I could ever hope to do for her, even if I spent everyday and treated it as a special day for her. Ya. That’s a mother. My mom has worried about me and still worries about me when I get sick. She’s the only one who prays for me and wishes for my health, happiness and success. I won’t say I have the best mom in the world. I think my mom is far from perfect and to live thinking that she’s infallible is an error. She has, however, despite her mistakes, always wanted and hoped for what was best for me. Even if I didn’t agree with her, she hoped and did what she felt was the right choice for me. So, that’s mom. She’s hilarious, crazy, smart, silly, caring, loving, the best cook and everything else. Doesn’t she deserve more than a day?
Alright. Rant over. Go on about your own business.