Mother’s Day is a tough one to get right sometimes; it has been a lifelong learning curve that I’m just now beginning to understand. For years, I thought the celebration was about the gift or flowers, about matching a material gesture to the heart of the woman I call Mom. And while such things are and were appreciated and cherished wholeheartedly, my mother would always say, “You shouldn’t have. You know I’m happy with just a card.”
My siblings and I never believed her; a card couldn’t possibly be enough. Now much wiser (as seen in my greying temples and pensive visage), I see that she was indeed telling the truth (as mothers should).
Whether you buy or make a card, this is truly a case where it’s the thoughts that count. If you’re having trouble, think of what you’d say to a friend in describing your Mom and why she’s special to you. And while there are no doubt volumes to tell, keep it simple, earnest and something that will brighten her day, this day and every time she rereads it (and she will).
The idea of setting aside one day to celebrate my mother falls short. Though a nice societal nod, the occasion does not fully define her or live up to what she’s done over a lifetime with aplomb, fortitude, perseverance, grace and humor. Mom’s deserve our hearts every day–our kind words, support, attention and respect.
So on this Mother’s Day, I plan to celebrate my Mom every day by living the lessons she taught me every day: words trump trinkets; listening outshines lecturing; actions eclipse intentions and there’s no substitute for heart and home.”Happy Mother’s Day!
Boz and Gracie agree (and also feel the love).
My sister continues the tradition by joining the ranks of World’s Greatest Moms