Mother's Day For a Single Mom: Where’s MY Gift?
*Here's the post where I cry "woe is me" and summon the spirt of Debbie Downer.
When it came to Mother's Day, I spent my entire life coming up with cute and clever gifts for my mom , stepmom, aunt, grandmother and great grandmother and couldn't wait for those loving acts and gifts galore to be returned and reciprocated... Then finally, I too became a mother.
Excited at finally being able to celebrate the holiday AS a mom, I gave all the moms in the family a darling apron with a picture on it of my son eating spaghetti. It was a crowd pleaser. An absolute HIT. In exchange, I.... well... I don't really remember what it WAS that I was given. I'm certain my (ex) husband gave me a gift or sent flowers or something... as he was very good at gift giving and sending flowers... OR something. Sadly, a year later, my second mother's day, we were amidst a separation/divorce... AAAAAAAAND I'm pretty sure there was no gift giving of any kind.
Needless to say, since said divorce (3 years ago), there has been little hooplah or hooray celebrating me and my motherhood on M-Day.... Sure, I've gotten cards and gifts from family and friends about being a great mom, blah blah blah. But in truth, as I think most moms would agree, they really should call Mother's Day - Wife's Day. Let's face it, young children that don't have the ability to bestow gifts upon you or even know how to write, can't really acknowledge the holiday without the assistance of well, a husband. Essentially, it is the DH/Daddy that is doing the gift getting and giving. Sure, your kid might come home with a darling picture frame covered in macaroni or a glittered piece of art that says something to the effect of "I love my mommy," but it's different.... less glamorous. My point is that when I wake up on Mother's Day, unless someone calls my son to remind him that about it (and hires a chef/babysittter/supervisor), it's unlikely I'll wake up to breakfast in bed or a bouquet of flowers.
On that note, I'm done complaining. As I return home from a two day work trip (on a very turbulent flight), all I really can think about is hugging my son and reading to him in bed tonight. I'm lucky for what I have and what I love.... Some people don't get that ever in a lifetime..... (waaaaaaaaah waaaaaaaaaaaaah!)