Not every mother is the best mother in "the whole wide world," but most do the best they can. And all they deserve their special day of recognition.
Mother’s Day – a day we reserve to celebrate our mothers.
This is the day that you put on your best face for your mom and give her that great Mother’s Day card, flowers or other heartfelt treasured gift to say, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mom." Even if the relationship between mother and child through the years wasn’t – or isn’t – the best, the day is set aside to proclaim "Our mother is the best mother in the whole wide world." And it should be.
No matter what, we should give our moms that one day a year to say, “Good job, Mom. No matter what crap I threw at you throughout the year, you are still my mother and today I recognize you.”
I’d like to share a funny or interesting anecdote about my mother, or even a great story about my son, since I’m a mother as well. But I don’t have anything glorified or outrageous to share in this story. But, if you want to stick around and read a recollection of a real life story, please read on.
Mothers, in general, have a hard job. Some women are cut out to be moms and some – well, maybe they would have been more suited to another job.
Many people put their mothers on a pedestal because to do anything less would make you look like you were an ungrateful child, to say the least. I’ve seen people really go way overboard revering their mothers as the second coming of Mother Theresa and acting like she deserved nomination for sainthood. However, I have a feeling that there are little untold stories behind all that façade.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I believe there truly are mothers out there that could be the second coming to Jesus’ mother, but personally, I’ve never met one. Well, unless you count June Cleaver, my favorite fictitious television mother (wink, wink).
So, instead of putting on some airs, let’s get down to the real nitty-gritty of what life really was like growing up with our mothers.
I’d like to say that my mother was the best mom in the world, but in all honesty, she fell somewhere in the middle, like most the moms I knew growing up, and most the moms I know now. Oh, please don’t mistake my honesty for disrespect, my mother did the best she could, and when she was at her best she was a great mom.
Probably one of the most memorable moments for me about my mom goes way back to when I was in the first and second grade and my mom sat at the dining room table with me to study spelling words. Back then it seemed words like “then," “than," “when," “where," “there," “they’re” and “their” were some of the hardest words in the world, just to mention a few.
I dreaded studying my weekly spelling words. What kept me going were three simple words my mother uttered one night during homework time, and they were the words that got me through the rest of my life. She simply said, “You are smart.”
I never forgot that. They were probably three of the most special words she’d ever spoken to me.
Granted, that little memory has nothing to do with the second Sunday of every May, but in my opinion, it has everything to do with why we celebrate our mothers.
So today, on this Mother’s Day, tell your mother a little anecdote on what made her the most special mother in your life. If you, like me, have a mother that has passed, recognize her in some way.
I did – I followed the game on Facebook where I put my mother’s photo as my profile picture in recognition of Mother’s Day. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.
To all the moms out there, I hope your mom made your life special in some way and I hope you make at least one good difference in your child’s life.
Would you like to share a story about your mother? If so, please share your story here. I’d love to hear about your mom.
Mother’s Day – a day we reserve to celebrate our mothers.
This is the day that you put on your best face for your mom and give her that great Mother’s Day card, flowers or other heartfelt treasured gift to say, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mom." Even if the relationship between mother and child through the years wasn’t – or isn’t – the best, the day is set aside to proclaim "Our mother is the best mother in the whole wide world." And it should be.
No matter what, we should give our moms that one day a year to say, “Good job, Mom. No matter what crap I threw at you throughout the year, you are still my mother and today I recognize you.”
I’d like to share a funny or interesting anecdote about my mother, or even a great story about my son, since I’m a mother as well. But I don’t have anything glorified or outrageous to share in this story. But, if you want to stick around and read a recollection of a real life story, please read on.
Mothers, in general, have a hard job. Some women are cut out to be moms and some – well, maybe they would have been more suited to another job.
Many people put their mothers on a pedestal because to do anything less would make you look like you were an ungrateful child, to say the least. I’ve seen people really go way overboard revering their mothers as the second coming of Mother Theresa and acting like she deserved nomination for sainthood. However, I have a feeling that there are little untold stories behind all that façade.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I believe there truly are mothers out there that could be the second coming to Jesus’ mother, but personally, I’ve never met one. Well, unless you count June Cleaver, my favorite fictitious television mother (wink, wink).
So, instead of putting on some airs, let’s get down to the real nitty-gritty of what life really was like growing up with our mothers.
I’d like to say that my mother was the best mom in the world, but in all honesty, she fell somewhere in the middle, like most the moms I knew growing up, and most the moms I know now. Oh, please don’t mistake my honesty for disrespect, my mother did the best she could, and when she was at her best she was a great mom.
Probably one of the most memorable moments for me about my mom goes way back to when I was in the first and second grade and my mom sat at the dining room table with me to study spelling words. Back then it seemed words like “then," “than," “when," “where," “there," “they’re” and “their” were some of the hardest words in the world, just to mention a few.
I dreaded studying my weekly spelling words. What kept me going were three simple words my mother uttered one night during homework time, and they were the words that got me through the rest of my life. She simply said, “You are smart.”
I never forgot that. They were probably three of the most special words she’d ever spoken to me.
Granted, that little memory has nothing to do with the second Sunday of every May, but in my opinion, it has everything to do with why we celebrate our mothers.
So today, on this Mother’s Day, tell your mother a little anecdote on what made her the most special mother in your life. If you, like me, have a mother that has passed, recognize her in some way.
To all the moms out there, I hope your mom made your life special in some way and I hope you make at least one good difference in your child’s life.
Would you like to share a story about your mother? If so, please share your story here. I’d love to hear about your mom.
