Mother’s Day. It’s everywhere- radio, t.v., Internet. I think I might have actually received more emails from ProFlowers this week than from Asian Dating, Indian Dating, Married But Lonely Dating, and Arab Dating combined. And that’s saying somethin’. I didn’t have this many offers in high school or college. Who knew that getting married would have such a positive impact on my dating life?
Personally, I think Mother’s Day is kind of an interesting monster. Obviously having a mother and being a mother influences my opinions, but I have to say that I think Mother’s Day is getting a little out of control. And I know I’m partly to blame for that. Somehow it has morphed from one day to celebrate and appreciate those who have been blessed or chosen to embark upon this journey into a weekend long political statement on the failings of our world to put an adequate economic and social value on the importance of mothers as a gender that can only be remedied by purchasing excessive amounts of flowers and massages. (Note to Hubs: I like flowers and massages. I’m confident in my role as a mom. Keep ’em coming, please.) I am certainly not trying to devalue motherhood. It is an difficult and important job that often yields inconsistent results for no pay and little recognition even when done well. But on behalf of my husband and men everywhere- the same can be said about “jobs” outside the home. Repeating yourself over and over to infantile toddlers who don’t do what you ask, zone out or completely ignore you… A fairly accurate description of a day in the life a lawyer or a mother? Some might say both.
I myself have marched in the “No one appreciates mothers!” parade. Sometimes I’ve even burned my Mother Card in effigy because no one understands my pain- see this post illustrating a complete meltdown on my part. And I found myself saying the following in my head on several occasions this week, “What do you mean you want to go out with a friend on Friday? It’s Mother’s Day.” Or “Could you help me clean out the garage on Saturday? It’s Mother’s Day.” Luckily that little voice in my head interceded before I actually voiced those thoughts because Mother’s Day is, in fact, only one day. Just one. Sunday. It’s not Mother’s Weekend- although I’m sure there’s a petition going around on Facebook to invoke such a law.
When did Mother’s Day become a season and not a single day? I’d like to say I did some research *Wikipedia* on the subject, but I did not. I was too busy doing the 3,000 chores that is motherhood in an effort to be labled a martyr when I die. Just kidding. I was just too lazy. But regardless of the origins of Mother’s Day or what exactly it was created to honor, I will be making my own Mother’s Day this year. That’s right, in addition to celebrating my own mother (who is pretty kick ass, I have to say) I have decided to acknowledge all the other amazing mothers I have in my life- my friends.
Do you know what makes these women amazing? It’s not their ability to make a snack magically appear from their purses at any given moment. Nor is it their ability to drop 5 kids in 5 different places at the same time without a single one of them being late. And it is certainly not the fact that they too have managed to smile in public with an arm around their oldest when in reality all they want to do is throttle him or her. No, what makes these women mighty and powerful and exceptional is their wicked sense of humor.
So, women everywhere, and especially those who enrich my life with consistent coffee spitting and giggle-snorts… this one’s for you…