I understand the desire for those who wish to segregate Mothers’ Day
Jenna asks, “What would you like for Mothers’ Day?”
“I would like you to clean your room?”
“No, really. What do you want?”
“That is what I want. To have my daughter show me some responsibility.”
Are you honoring my motherhood? What are we celebrating exactly? Taking a break from the dishes and finding them in the sink on Monday is NOT taking a break. I don’t even think half the chores I do is what makes up a mother.
I am certainly not a housewife. I did not tie the knot with any building – especially this one. I’ve looked into home improvement. But the expenses all add up and I need to budget for just one thing at a time – not empty out my bank account and then some.
They got me chocolates. I know because Jenna told me. She and her friend were wrapping the boxes and came to me to ask my permission if they could have one.
“Enjoy your gift. The chocolates were delicious. Here is a box you might like to use for stationary.”
Jenna really wants to surprise me – really wants me to enjoy this “holiday”. She practiced throwing confetti at me this morning. Granted, it was a cute idea on her part. Very colorful. Also very messy. And guess who gets to clean it up? Mother.
When my own mom would get me gifts for Christmas or my birthday or whatever, she would ask, “What would you like?”
Sometimes I was specific. More often than not I would say, “to be surprised” I rarely was.
Mothers’ Day started out as a holiday to honor a specific mother and then it grew. I think at one point in history maybe it really was a special holiday and did honor mothers – maybe not all mothers. There’s always those who feel left out – who don’t feel honored though the system tries.
“You’re not a mother. Perhaps you never will be. But here’s a rose to say we care. Here’s a plaque to always remind you of the commercialism involved. But then I guess that’s with any holiday. Commercial desecration.
I mean some places have a ligament claim – such as Hallmark. But I personally don’t know any “mothers” who find anything appealing about Henry’s smoke shop.
I find amusement in sitcoms such as the Middle or Everybody Loves Raymond when the Mothers’ Day outcome really isn’t that great at honoring mother yet capture the role of a mother. Most sitcoms show the hoopla ends up creating more work. And dad as well as kids seem oblivious to the true emotions of the mother who just assume NOT be honored if it’s just going to create more work.
So Happy Mothers’ Day to those of you who truly feel honored and glorified on your special day. To the rest of us: Happy Human Day. At least we’ve got that in common.