Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. All across the land people will be giving their mom’s Happy Mother’s Day cards or possibly be receiving them. They might also include flowers, stuffed animals or a nice brunch or dinner. Thanking their mom’s for being the Best Mom a kid could ever have.
Some folks will not be celebrating this tradition as they have either lost their mother or maybe their memories are not those warranting gifts of appreciation for the hell their moms put them through.
I’m not sure any mom is perfect. Sure you have the extremes. The TV perfect moms who do everything right; who raise perfect children, creating perfect memories. Then the other extreme of abusive and downright mean moms who inflict pain on their “evil” spawn.
I like to think there are more of the first extreme than the second, but sadly that probably isn’t the case.
The good news is, most moms probably fall in the middle. They aren’t perfect but they try their best given the current situation at any given time. They love their children no matter how much they drive them nuts and they might want to murder them. They sing to their kids even if they can’t carry a tune and they tell them “no” even when they may want to say yes.
Through the course of any day, most moms will be loved and hated by their children depending on the hour.
When those children grow up, their mom will be responsible for every bad thing that ever happened to them in their life. Yet, those same “adults” wouldn’t change their mom for any other mom.
We are a funny species.
Yet, as Mother’s Day roars in this year, everyone is forced to say, “Dang, I love and appreciate my mom.” We make that trek to Walgreen’s for her card, standing there trying to find the perfect one since we don’t say it to her the other 364 days of the year.
We created a day for everyone to slow down a moment and thank the woman who kisses their ouchies, the woman who was mean when they couldn’t go out with their friends, the one who took away their toys when they were bad, and the woman who they ran to when they were scared and needed protection.
It really begs the question….
Why do we wait until Mother’s Day to appreciate the person who tried their hardest to be the best mother they could?
I love ya Ma….
And I know that no matter what good or bad happened in my childhood, I was and will always be grateful for how hard you tried.
