Are you the kind of mom who loves to spend Mother’s Day with her kids – eating cold lumpy eggs with a smile, getting bread crumbs lodged in your panties as the kids devour your breakfast in bed for you? Or do you take the opportunity (if offered) to run for the hills, or at least to the spa?
My kids usually make me breakfast in bed, juice and buttered toast as they’re not allowed to turn on the stove without an adult present. This meal “fit for a Mother” is delivered by 3 proud kids on a tray resplendent with hand-picked dandelions and homemade treasures they’ve made at school. I love this tradition except for the mucky butter knife left on the counter and puddles of juice spotting the floor from the kitchen to my bedroom. I nibble on the toast, trying not to wonder if they washed their hands before buttering my toast. My husband says I can suck the joy out of things sometimes, and sometimes I have to agree.
Mothers Day is kind of weird for us mothers with mothers, mothers-in-law, and grandmothers too. Who do we celebrate? Not many men can organize brunch for 20, remembering their moms, aunts, grandmothers and children, so it usually falls to us to take care of everyone but ourselves.
I envy my friends who organize family bike rides on Mothers Day, complete with elegant 3 course picnic dinners for all to enjoy. If I tried that I’m sure one of my sons would be wailing because his brother “accidentally” rode his bike into him and refused to say sorry, one kid would go on strike and refuse to pedal any further, my husband would gag at the sight of the egg salad even though its my favourite food and my picnic blanket would be overrun by hungry ants.
I’d love my Mothers day to be a sunny ski/golf/spa/beach day, my belly full of egg salad and bacon and mimosas, accompanied by my happy-to-be-with-me fresh smelling children and loving husband.
Every day is Mothers Day – we cook, clean, work, counsel, cajole, launder, kiss boo-boos, check homework, and shop for groceries. I propose we rebrand Mothers Day and call it Mother’s Day Off, because that’s really what we want (plus a little appreciation).
And remember it’s Mothers Day, not Mothers Brunch, so make sure you get your 24 hours worth! Feet up ladies!