I’ve never really liked Mother’s Day. Apparantly I’m not alone - the founder of it didn’t either.
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Yeah, it’s dumb. And I’m also weary of the whole martyr mother thing that is so prevalent on tv. Hmmm…that’s kind of what mother’s day has turned into: martyr’s day! Enough already. If you don’t feel like doing the dishes, let ‘em pile up. If you wish people thanked you for whatever, ask them to do so.
I’m cranky. And, I’m really glad I get to be a mom. All things considered, (in this world) my life as a mom is pretty fabulous. No fries or cheez for me please.
I like what the founder said about writing a personal letter rather than purchasing a pre-made card. I keep every note my husband or kids make me.
I don’t like it when church is different (i.e. Christmas and Easter). We are never less like ourselves than on holidays. We never skip church just because, but we did yesterday! That was part of my present!
I took my daughter to the library yesterday and I all I saw downtown were big, purple bows and scowling, well-dressed people with their mothers.
I’m all for honoring mothers, but it’s the spirit (individual and collective/societal) that really matters.
I’m especially for honoring mothers if they’ve been with their kids for six days because their husbands have been in a recording studio. *wink*
My mom almost had a heart attack when I called her yesterday for Mother’s Day. Her exact words were, “I thought Gretchen was out of town … who reminded you to call?”
I have hope that my can’t-stop-talking, very sensitive and sensory son will think to call me once in awhile when he’s all grown up. I try not to delude myself about my quick recovery, easy-going, not particularly sensitive other son. When he leaves home, I suspect I won’t hear from him again. Until if/when he gets married. Maybe sensitive son will nag insensitive son to call me?! One can hope.
A few years ago at a MOPS meeting, a grandmother was visiting. She turned to someone at my table and mentioned how much she was enjoying visiting her grown daughter and grandkids. Then she said “You know, they say that a son is your son while he’s at home but a daughter is with you forever, and it’s really true!” As the mother of two boys (with orders from the doctors to stop reproducing if I want to be stickin’ around) I was quite crushed by this little comment. I spent the rest of the MOPS meeting trying not to cry.
My mom says the same thing about me. Every time we visit.
“Thanks mom, for the positive reinforcement of desired behavior! I love hearing about what a bad son I am every time we drive the family up to spend the weekend with you.”
Wait, what does she say? That you don’t call enough?
Note to self: don’t be like that.
Exactly.
I didn’t meant to make it sound like I’m planning on nagging…in fact, I’m trying to be a realist about what it means to raise boys that will turn into men…who should leave and cleave and all that and not need to (or even want to) call their mommy much. I try to keep the fact that I’m raising two husbands in the forefront of my mind. I do get it…I mean, as much as I can. Little boys are little boys and I enjoy the time we share now. Men are men and should be, ya know, men.
Beer. Fart. Midget.
I was given permission, right?
June, you have me thinking that in my parenting I should seriously start thinking beyond next week.
Mothers of boys work from son up to son down.