Not Mother’s Day
Mother’s Day has never been a favourite in our family. But Mom always will be.
I remember my mother’s face, a picture of horror, disdain, pity and confusion.
In her hand a hideous joke mug, the latest in a series of inappropriate and unnecessary Mother’s Day gifts from my brother’s well-meaning girlfriend.
Why my mother hated the day so, I am not sure. Simply, I suppose, because she was and is a practical, no-nonsense sort who never wanted the obvious trappings of romance or family happiness.
What she did appreciate were hugs, home-made drawings, and a low key approach.
‘Mother’s Day is a just a commercial holiday, for companies to make money,’ she would tell us.
And she might just be 100% right.
Years later as a journalist I called up a card shop to find out who told them which date Mother’s Day fell on each year. ‘Cardies head office,’ came the woman’s simple and honest reply.
So, come Sunday, I will be hoping that my family will give me a hug and a kiss. I will appreciate a cup of tea in bed, and to be let off doing the dishes. I will adore all home-made cards and special songs sung for me.
But I will be hoping that they will not have purchased any of the following unsightly bits of commercialised Mother’s Day paraphernalia:
- Bears with a sign saying ‘I wuv you’
- Pink hearts on a stick
- Easter bunnies disguised as Mother’s Day bunnies
- Sets of matching talc, soap and hand lotion.
Thanking you in advance for treating Mother’s Day to no more than a passing glance, but giving your mother a real, solid look, and appreciating all she does, every day.
What do you think? Does Mother’s Day deserve a little more respect?