Scenarios of a Modern Mother’s Day
When I think of Mother’s Day, I think of late breakfasts in bed or brunch after church dressed in our Sunday’s best surrounded by older mothers, grandmothers, and generations of women who have given every ounce of their sanity to be called “mom”.
But that’s all in my head, somewhere between dreaming and waking up to kids yelling and the television blaring.
And of course none of that Mother’s Day bliss is happening at my house. Likely I will be woke up by the two oldest children arguing over if they should make me breakfast and who is in charge of what and the arguing will continue until I get out of bed and just crack open a box of cereal for myself, (in my head I'll be envisioning the mess that awaits me when I get out of bed because breakfast in bed does not include a maid afterwards).
That’s scenario number one.
Scenario number two could be children fighting and the dog barking until I get out of bed. I might even get lucky enough to have to clean up after said dog after she uses my kitchen floor as the bathroom because no one put her outside when they got up. (Don't forget to include that maid that won't show up from scenario number one.)
Scenario three may include all of that plus the five year old climbing into bed with me begging for breakfast because his older siblings have yet to feed him while I tried to sleep in.
Mother’s Day here is just another day. There is no pomp and circumstance, no grand gestures of love, flowers or food. It’s really just another day on the calendar.
Unless I initiate a plan for the day, it will be a day filled with cleaning, working a bit, and maybe if the sun is out and the yard is dry from all the rain, a little bit of weed pulling and flower planting (or throwing kids outside to play for a few stolen moments of clarity and sanity). I might manage to order out for dinner but in the grand scheme of things, all of my great sacrifices in my quest to be a good mom will largely go ignored and be replaced by requests for clean clothes, a get-out-of-chores free cards, or forced time outs in separate corners of the house.
And as much as that sounds like I’m complaining, I’m really not. All of that works for me. Because even though it’s not a grandly celebrated holiday, the way we do it, really doesn’t matter – so long as I’m with my family.
What about you? Do you get the full pampering treatment that many of us dream of for Mother’s Day or do my examples of a Mother’s Day holiday resemble yours too?
And for all you mothers out there who will be woken up to the sound of dogs needing to go out, a television blaring Sunday morning cartoons and not even a whiff of coffee made in your honor… fist bump sister. I’m so there with you.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of us overworked and underappreciated moms.