Mother’s Day has always been a conundrum for me. Growing up, my relationship with my mom was always a bit on the story side. I wasn’t an easy child, and she wasn’t an easy mother. I never understood why a person would spend one day honoring a woman that you couldn’t get along with the rest of the year. I thought if you loved someone you should show it daily, not wait for a yearly occasion. Trying to write this, I decided to research the history of Mother’s Day, hoping to get a better understanding, when I found this interesting website.
Although it was interesting, it didn’t help me put things into perspective. My insight came when I decided to share my thoughts on paper for this blog. When I think of Mother’s Day I think of it in three different ways.
As a daughter growing up, I would spend what seemed like hours searching the card rack looking for the perfect card that would meet my mom’s approval. She always graciously took the card, but later I would find it torn to shreds in the garbage can. My mom will have been gone 26 years this October and I still miss her.
As mom, I tried to cherish any little act of love my children demonstrated, even when my four-year-old son lovingly served my mom a nice cold drink of water from the toilet. (That is another story for another time.) I didn’t care what day of the year they demonstrated their love. My favorite was random bouquets of pathetically mangled dandelions they proudly gave to me.
As a grandmother, I see my beautiful daughter-in-law trying to balance her marriage, a new baby, job, and furthering her education towards a master’s degree. I see her struggle with the same insecurities generations of mothers have experienced before her. I see an amazing woman that loves her family the best of her ability. Watching her makes me wonder, maybe Mother’s Day isn’t about the cards, candy, and commercialization. Maybe it is that one ray of hope in a crazy world that tells the mom, “I see you. I love you. You are good enough.”
To my daughter-in-law, I love you. You are good enough, and yes I see you and everything you do to make your home a home.
To all mothers near and far, Happy Mother’s Day.