An Honest Look at Mother’s Day

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Me and Jocelyn two years ago on Mother’s Day. From the picture, you wouldn’t even know I had been to the bathroom 8 times already with her.

So, today is Mother’s Day. It’s 8pm and I have to wonder how many moms out there are feeling like today was really ALL ABOUT THEM. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining… I’m just pointing out the obvious point that many of us don’t have the most relaxing self indulgent day we dream about. Many of us end up running ourselves ragged getting gifts and cards for our own mother, mother-in-law and grandmothers. Then of course there are a lot of us who entertain the idea of our young children making breakfast for us… as a surprise. Oh yes… and don’t forget, that family function that we got volunteered for to make a casserole for. Yes… this is for all the moms out there who’s day was really about… well every other than themselves.

It seems like every year I leave the gift and card purchases for mother’s day until the last minute. I guess it’s just one of those days that fly under the radar. It’s not like Christmas or Easter, where you can’t miss the fact that there are only  ‘X’ amount of days left before you have to have all your gifts purchased. I always end up at the dollar store looking through terrible picked over cards. And trust me, the cards from the dollar store are not epically wonderful to begin with. From there, I end up at the closest Hallmark cringing at the idea of paying $6 for each card and waiting in a long line at the check out of forgetful dads and teenagers. Awesome. I finally end up with $30 worth of cards that say nothing more than ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ in some cheesy poetic way. And what about gifts? I always think that I will have amazing gifts created that will have everyone thinking that I am some sort of pintrest guru. Instead, I usually end up fighting to get half-way decent hanging flower baskets and praying that I don’t hit anyone on the way out of the overcrowded parking lot of the garden centre.

If you are on top of your game, you probably don’t have to deal with any of what I’ve just described. But… depending on the age of your children, I’m sure you have experienced, at one time or another, the ‘breakfast in bed’ surprise. I’ll never forget the mother’s day surprise I got one year when my two adorable children came in with breakfast for me at the crack of dawn. I thought it was the cutest thing ever… until I wandered out into the kitchen. The chairs were all pushed up to the counters. The cupboards were all open. Cereal was scattered across the floor. The milk carton was on the floor, with the fridge wide open. Did I mention that the milk itself was no longer in the carton? Oh no, it was all over the floor. But not to worry, because they tried to clean it up. With the towels I had just washed and folded from the day before. But the looks on their faces, when they brought me breakfast in, was worth the hour it took me to clean everything up.

Okay, so maybe this year you purchased all your gifts ahead of time, your kids are fully grown and no longer make a mess of your kitchen… but I’m sure you didn’t get off scott free. No. I bet that you’ve been asked to bring some casserole to your family function. Or better yet, you’ve been asked to bring that ‘green bean casserole’. You know the one… with the french’s fried onions?? The fried onions that seem to NEVER be in the same place in the grocery store. I’m starting to think that maybe it’s someone’s job to move those god damn things around to different aisles every week… just to make people like me totally crazy. Because if you are out on Mother’s Day weekend at the grocery store looking for an ingredient for a stupid ass casserole you have to make…something as simple as not finding the fried onions can put you over the edge. Why do moms have to make ANYTHING on Mother’s Day anyways?? Shouldn’t we all just be sitting around drinking wine… after our massage and pedicure?

I do remember this one year I decided to make a reservation for brunch with the family. Yes, this was the year that Jocelyn had just started to potty train. After getting everyone settled, I plopped myself down with my overfilled plate from the buffet. ‘I have to pee,’ Jocelyn said. Sigh. I took her to the bathroom only to have her decide she didn’t have to go. We went through this process eight times before I finally gave up eating anything even remotely close to a hot lunch. I did however get some super cute pictures of the family. Ironically, I look like I’m not annoyed or hungry in the pictures. Don’t let people’s facebook pictures fool you… you never REALLY know what’s happening when those photos are shot.

Okay, so the point of this was not to go on and on in a ridiculous rant. The point was to tell all the moms out there that feel like today was not really about them… you’re a good mom. Despite not having the self indulgent day you probably dreamed about… you got to bring joy to your children when you praised them for their gifts, you were able to spend time with your family, and maybe if you were really lucky you got to eat something that was luke warm… or had fried onions on top. Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there who worked tirelessly to make today a great day for themselves and everyone else.

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