I’m not a huge fan of Mother’s Day.
There. I said it.
I know as the mother of many, I should be looking forward to this Sunday, but I just can’t bring myself to get enthusiastic about it. Let me explain:
On Mother’s Day, everyone will tell me to relax and do whatever I want to all day. Then, I’ll proceed through a series of lunches and brunches, “relaxing” the way a good 35-year-old mother should want to. Perhaps I should throw in a manicure and really make it special. blah.
The truth is, I’m just not very girly. And if I was completely honest I would say that all I really want to do on Mother’s Day (aside from jetting off to a Caribbean Island), is sit on the front porch with John, drinking beer, listening to music and thinking about absolutely Nothing.
Starting this past Monday, the worry begins. “What do you want for Mother’s Day?” asks John. Which prompts me to think: “Oh my God, what do I get my Mom for Mother’s Day?” I frantically try to remember what I gave her last year, and if she liked it or not. I waste my time looking through every single card at Hallmark, trying to find that perfect balance between too mushy for my Mom and not quite sentimental enough for even a casual acquaintance. It has to be just right because I’m walking a fine line between freaking her out and hurting her feelings. This is nothing against my Mom; we’re just not the mushy types. Then I remember that John has a Mom, too. I remember this because one of John’s brothers calls to ask if we have a gift idea. I make a mental note to talk to John about this when he gets home from work. And that’s assuming the mental note doesn’t get lost in the middle of all the crazy mess called “End of the school year, buckets of freelance work (not complaining), kid sports, snack days, teacher appreciation luncheon, field trips, laundry, blah, blah, blah,” currently residing in my brain.
Once the gifts have been taken care of, it’s time to coordinate an appropriate gathering. Most years, we wait way too late to make reservations and find ourselves scrambling to make plans. Then there’s the whole question of what time will work best for me, my mother, plus her mother, and of course all the mothers’ other children, who might be mothers themselves, and everyone’s spouses’ mothers, depending on their plans. By the time we’re finished, I feel like I’ve help plan a State dinner at the White House just so I can go eat at some overpriced buffet that none of us enjoy anyway.
If they really want us mothers to enjoy our day, maybe they should consider moving it to another month, when things aren’t so busy. How about June? Oh wait, that’s already taken. I actually love Father’s Day because everyone gets together at a set time for a well-coordinated picnic and some down time together.
Which brings me to my main point. All I REALLY want for Mother’s Day is for someone else to make all the decisions. Isn’t that what all any busy mother really wants? Then I can really relax. Or at least give my brain the day off.
I don’t want to sound ungrateful. I am blessed beyond measure and I cherish my handmade cards and pasta noodle necklaces that my sweet little dumplings bestow on me. In fact, when the kids asked me what I wanted for Mother’s Day, I told them that all I need is a hug, a kiss and a smile from them to be truly happy. And you know what, when I think about it, those are the things that make every day Mother’s Day.