There is no fighting on Mother's Day between siblings. No squabbles or wrestling matches. No food fights......or fist fights. All.about.you.Mom.
The kids don't really understand Mother's Day....if you're lucky they made you a present at school so they at least have that before your husband runs out Saturday and hastily starts buying stuff for you....and probably spending too much money. I remember when I was little asking my mom on Mother's Day why we had to celebrate Mother's Day, when was a Kid Day?? Her answer is something I'm sure you have either heard or said yourself in one of those "turning into your mother" moments.
" Every day is Kid's Day!!"
As I kid I balked at this---what do you mean every day is Kid's Day? I'm mistreated all day long. I have to clean my room, unload the dishwasher, go to SCHOOL, deal with bullies, deal with BOYS, do my homework and still can't watch what I want on TV.
My mom laughed at me....understandably. That would be because she is a mom and moms know that kids, while they have it tough, are not living a little orphan Annie life compared to their moms.
My oldest asked me on Mother's Day....because what is a day if T has not made his opinion clear, When is Kid's Day? And of course, he was given the same answer I was given probably 25 years ago.....Every day is Kid's Day! So for every mother that has given her kid THE list:
- House Manager
- Window Washer
- Lawn care professional (okay, I've never gone there...but I'm sure a lot of you have)
- Professional Organizer
- Laundry Extraordinaire
- Pet Specialist
- Mind Reader
- Party Planner
My kids and hubs hit it right on the head this year. A family day on Saturday of bowling and dinner out. Sunday I woke up to breakfast and coffee made, cards and presents on the table and then church, with roses greeting me at my seat, we finished it off with lunch with our moms. The rest of Sunday I did nothing, nada, zilch, zip, zero, absolutely not a thing. I played on my Nook, read a magazine, watched TV and lounged like no tomorrow. After the kiddos went to bed, B sat happily with me on the couch and watched Brothers and Sisters while I cried like a 31 year old baby with hormonal issues.
Celebrating Mother's Day makes me super appreciative of my own mom as well.....she is one heck of a woman. Growing up with her as a mom was like having Donna Reed in color...and with 80's hair and shoulder pads.
|My gorgeous mom 1981|
|The sweet kid who made me a mom ~ I turned 18 two weeks before this day, he had just turned 21|
|The 3 reasons why I am able to celebrate Mother's Day|