Let’s get something straight right now. If you and your mother, or you and your child, always agree on everything, I don’t believe another word you will ever tell me. Well, If you are the mom of a beautiful newborn or crawler under the age of two, you get a pass. Otherwise, it can’t be true. Mom and child struggles are the stuff sit coms and Hallmark cards are made of. My mom and I disagreed, ahem, fought, when I was growing up, and my kids and I did as well. Seeing eye to eye with your parents when you’re growing up, well, I suppose it does happen sometimes. . . And often those discussions end with doors slamming, eyes rolling, and “because I’m the mom and I said so!” Good times. Good times.
But we love our moms so very much! I mean, the lessons we learned from them! Act like a lady. Sit up straight. Say hello and look her in the eye. Write your thank you notes. Wash your face. My mom taught me to fry chicken. Well, she tried. You can ask Avery. I don’t do it as well as she did. She taught me to wash clothes, and I taught my kids and that paid off when they went to college. She did NOT teach me to fold them. I mean, she did, but the initiative to do it didn’t last. Ha! And that didn’t last in my children either! My mom taught me the need for a slip under a light-colored dress, the importance of a good reputation, and the unmistakable value of control top pantyhose!
I was honored today to have lunch with my mother. We rarely get the opportunity to do that, and that’s a shame. I’m busy. She’s busy. Really, it’s not an excuse. Life is short. We let time go by and before we know it, weeks have passed and we haven’t seen one another. It’s so easy to get caught up in everyday life or in doing nothing really just because we’re lazy. I’m going to stop being lazy and have more mother-daughter lunches. We lost my mother-in-law in October, and there are days I wish I had back with her–just to have lunch together. I say, “we” lost her, but I know, especially on Mother’s Day, that Kevin wishes he had another couple of days for sure. Time is precious.
Mother’s Day. I mean, what is it really? In ancient times, the Greeks and Romans held festivals to honor the mother godesses. Early Christians held a festival called Mothering Sunday, in which faithful believers returned to their home church to worship for the day. Before the Civil War Mother’s Day Work Clubs were formed to teach mothers how to properly care for their children. Ha ha! Do we need to bring those back? Then, after the Civil War, these clubs turned more to unification and to bringing back the peace in our country, and “Mother’s Peace Day” was founded. To me, that’s just irony. War and then leave it to the moms to bring the peace. Isn’t it just like the moms to make that happen?
Soon, churches took up the cause and began to honor mothers in their work toward peace. Then, like all thing holy, honest, and pure, florists and greeting card companies saw a good thing and commercialized it. And now you have the Mother’s Day of today–the holiday on which the most phone calls are made and the most flowers are sent.
Last night, we were blessed to spend a few hours with my kids at the wedding of some friends. It was nice to all be together for a little bit. It wasn’t ON Mother’s Day, and I didn’t even think about it NOT being on Mother’s Day. The truth is, I have the world’s best kids–I will fight you on that one–so every day is Mother’s Day around here. Although, Avery did celebrate by bringing me flowers and my favorite wine when he came in last night. 🙂 Whether we’re all dressed up and headed to a wedding, sitting around the table eating dinner, sweating at a baseball game cheering on the Hogs, or playing stupid games on Christmas Eve, whenever and wherever we’re together it’s Mother’s Day to me.
I’m just thankful God chose me to be their mother. I’m grateful we get to live life together, love it, and keep it real.