Today we return to May 12, 2008, when I wrote the following on my old blog, Notes from Innisfree:
Mothers deserve a day off. Maybe it's bold of me to say - as a mother,
perhaps I should be more self-effacing - but it's true. We work hard for
no money, and often for little apparent gratitude. So a day that's
devoted entirely to recognizing our contribution to the family is
That being said, I've learned not to expect too much
of the day. Children are children, after all, and their efforts usually
require prodding, either by a teacher or by the non-mothering parent.
Thinking of others to any great degree, even of the one who brought us
into the world, is a quality that comes to fruition only after years of
hinting, encouraging, and maturing. I myself continue to appreciate my
mother more as the years go by.
Still, I am not without hope, so
it pleased me when I was asked what I wanted for Mother's Day breakfast.
My reply - "surprise me" - was not the answer sought after, so I had to
spell it out. Apparently, it is not only men who cannot read minds,
children also suffer from this disability. Therefore, I requested -
served in the kitchen and not in bed -half of a grapefruit, scrambled
eggs, an all-beef sausage, waffles, and coffee. At the appointed time,
any children in the house had vanished to the x-box and computer, so
Daddy made the meal. It was tasty and prepared with love. A joined us in
time to participate in its consumption.
As we were leaving the
house for the day, A asked for cardstock paper. She had realized the
previous day that she hadn't purchased a card and wanted to make me one.
My son had presented his school-made card on Tuesday. It read "I love
you. Have a CRAZY Mother's Day!" It was certainly turning out that way
After church, we headed off for Toronto, where my mother
lives. It wasn't raining when we reached Toronto, so D went out to mow
her yard, while I prepared lunch inside - scones, a bean salad I'd made
the day before, and a garden salad. A worked on my card, warning me
several times not to peek. When D came in, we ate lunch, then retired to
the living room for an exchange of cards.
I had purchased the
first card I looked at, not because I didn't care enough to spend hours
in front of the rack, but because it spoke exactly to who my mother is -
selfless in all that she does, always putting her family first. A's
card to me was a collection of praises and thoughtfully chosen Bible
verses. K brought out his present - a red rose with a green stem that
he'd made out of duct tape at school. Who knew that such a beautiful
creation could be made out of such a common household item?! Later he
confided that a classmate had made a dozen of them for his mother, but
K'd made only one, labouring intensely over it. One was perfect, I said,
and it was true.
For supper we went out to Swiss Chalet. I'd
thought that it wouldn't be so busy later in the day, but we still had a
twenty minute wait to be seated. Swiss Chalet had a gift for every
mother - a tealight candle in a small glass bowl, and a card with
coupons to be used at a later date. I don't know if they do something
like that every year, but it was certainly a nice touch.
my mother's house quite late, but filled with pleasant memories of the
day. I still have dishes to wash from Saturday night's supper and
Sunday's breakfast, but I am determined to put them off until Tuesday,
since today is my birthday.
A day off may mean just postponing the inevitable return to reality, but we need to do that sometimes.
don't usually quote the Pope, but here's a great statement from Pope
Paul VI to leave you with: "Every mother is like Moses. She does not
enter the promised land. She prepares a world she will not see."
Happy Belated Mother's Day to moms everywhere!
[2016 P.S. - we won't even discuss Mother's Day this year. Suffice it to say, the best part was the sermon at church!]