It’s almost here. But no worries. Today I’m sharing what mothers really want for Mother’s Day.
What Mothers Really Want For Mother’s Day
A long, long time ago and very far away, a three year-old boy lived with his older sister and widowed mother.
Okay, okay, so he was too little to understand that his mother was widowed.
That was just a cheap ploy of this writer to pull at your heartstrings. He didn’t actually remember his dad (he was wee when his father passed away) but what with all those endless “John Walter” stories shared by his mother, relatives and family friends, he felt like his dad was still around. Hovering in the shadows, just out of reach. And maybe he was …
Anyway, this little chap was very excited to go to preschool one particular morning. Why? The Mother’s Day Tea! Not only did he get to get all dressed up in his very special big boy party clothes but his mom was invited. This meant he got to greet her at the door with a lovely flower, take her by the hand and walk her over to her special chair.
But the very best part? Yesterday’s Mother’s Day Tea (yes, that of his sister’s four year-old preschool class) had been something of a disaster. The scones were nothing like the ones his mom made. The new teacher, using the highly successful recipe of the very popular previous teacher, had somehow misread the amount of salt required. Rather than one tablespoon, she’d added a cup. Yes, a cup. He’d overheard his mom telling her friend that many of the “4’s mommies” spat out their first bites and some of them even wished for a “little something something” to be added to their
damn cup of tea.
After that misfortune, he knew today’s scones would turn out perfectly.
And they did. The Little Man waited his turn in line, held out his tray and watched as the teacher loaded it up with two plates of blueberry scones and a full teacup and saucer. Carefully, ever so carefully, he walked it over to his mom.
Her shiny eyes and severe inability to speak told him he’d done a good job. He’d given her what she wanted for Mother’s Day.
Poof! Suddenly 16 Mother’s Days had come and gone. Over these years, he and his sister had treated their mom to breakfasts in bed (when they were still little she’d help prepare the fixings the night before and the next morning pull the baked scones out of the oven with her eyes shut) brunches out at quirky restaurants and delicious dinners at home. While the most memorable was perhaps that one Mother’s Day he nearly burned the house down when he opted to “broil” his Osso Buco rather than “bake” it as “bake was only for cookies” most of the 16 were a success. They’d given their mother what she most wanted for Mother’s Day.
And what is it that mothers most want for Mother’s Day? To experience the throat closing, tear inducing undeniable certainty that they are indeed loved and truly appreciated. That’s it.
So whether it’s through the gift of flowers (ahem – thoughtful flowers – no need to break the bank, however if you’re over ten, do try to avoid last minute wilty numbers that require almost imminent deadheading), a meal offering, a phone call or a simple heartfelt hug, I suggest you make every effort to let your mom know she is indeed loved and truly appreciated.
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How will I spend this Sunday, the 17th Mother’s Day after Little Man’s salt free scone delivery? Dining with my 93 year-old mom, chatting with my daughter and thinking of my son. After hours of flying he’ll be touching down on a far away continent; finally starting his college summer internship.
Travel safe, Little Man. And remember to “Soak it all up.” And “Do all that you can to make a difference.” Love you. And your sister. More than you know.
Wishing you, dear Francine, the Happiest of Mother’s Days!
Enough about me and what mothers really want for Mother’s Day. I’m curious about you. Do you agree with me? Or is it just another “Hallmark card day?” If you’d care to share, I’d love to hear.