Here it comes!
A day of celebration here in the United States…officially instituted as a National Holiday in 1914 by Woodrow Wilson.
I have mixed feelings about the day.
My husband, on the other hand does not. He simply does not like it. But just to be fair about it all, he doesn’t care for Father’s Day either. He sees both of these days as “someone” telling him what to do, and quite frankly, he just doesn’t like to be told what to do!
It’s o.k. … we reached an agreement a very long time ago, and there are no hard feelings. I promise!
I wonder how other people feel about the day, especially women.
I have a friend who doesn’t really care for the day because she has to “share it” with her Mother-In-Law. I have a feeling she’s not alone in that sentiment.
My own Mother struggled with it when she was younger. She often felt compelled to buy a card for her Mother, but had a hard time finding the one that read… “thank-you for giving birth to me, but that’s about all you did!” Not everyone has a Hallmark kind of Mom.
I have a sister-in-law who for as long as I have known her, has always struggled with the day because her Mother died a violent death. Mother’s Day was not a day of celebration. Add to that the fact that she never had any children of her own, and it was quite simply a day she would rather do without.
And let’s not forget all of the women who desperately want to have their own child, and for various reasons are not able to. For them, I don’t believe this is a day of celebration, as it’s quite difficult for them to look at their own “empty nest”. It is an unbearable struggle, and my heart aches for them.
Me…well, I have always tried not to have too high of expectations for the day. At least I didn’t think they were too high!
I remember when my kids were much younger as toddlers and in grade school, my only hope for the day was that they would be nice to each other, and that there wouldn’t be any major catastrophes. Breakfast in bed wasn’t a requirement, flowers weren’t even necessary, just “peace” for the day. That was all I asked for.
Now in those angsty teen years…..I simply wanted acknowledgement that I was alive, and that I was probably the one person who loved them the most in their life at this very moment. I realize this was a pretty tall order! They not only didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that I was alive, they were pretty sure I didn’t love them either. I mean after all, if I really loved them, I would let them do what all the other kids got to do, right?
So, now here I am, I’m the one who is much older. I’m a Grandma now. I still find Mother’s Day to be a conundrum, and I still don’t have too high of expectations! Just an “I Love You, Mom” from both of my kids would mean the world to me…and maybe some flowers. They can afford to buy me flowers now!
It is a huge task to be a Mother. It’s a small miracle if you can actually pull it off and be somewhat of a “good” Mother.
It’s just plain hard to be a Mom!
When I read about the intent of the founder of Mother’s Day , it was for women to remember the fallen soldiers, and to work for peace. I wonder…if we were to go back to the intent of it all, would it make a difference in how we ALL feel about the day?
But then again, maybe we do still honor the intent of the day, after all, there are many days when being a Mom is only all about working for peace!
Ahh well…just some random thoughts I had about Mother’s Day!
If you are going to celebrate the day, I hope you have a great day, and all of your expectations for the day are met to your satisfaction.
Most of all I want to say thank you to these two amazing people who helped make me the Mom I am today!
I love you both with all my heart!