Mother's Day
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It is the one day out of the year when mothers become
ladies of leisure.....totally pampered.
Children and spouses are inundated with commercials
that tout "Buy her chocolates or buy her diamonds to
show her how much you love her.".....but they are wrong.
.
Does that mean that I don't appreciate the flowers I am
given? No! I love them. I can sit on my patio and enjoy
their beauty for as long as I am able to keep them alive....
although I am well known for not having inherited a
green thumb!
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Mother's Day is waking early to enjoy a little quiet time
before hearing the sound of a child whisper "Stay where
you are....don't come into the kitchen because I'm
making you breakfast."
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Mother's Day is seeing the anxious, yet smiling face
of that same child as she hands you a 'specially' made
omelette to enjoy at 6:30 A.M.
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Mother's Day is sitting back with a cup of tea as the
remaining kids rouse themselves from sleep at 8:00 AM
and make their way into the kitchen to prepare
another hearty breakfast while at the same time quietly
displaying annoyance with the omelette maker.
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Mother's Day is making room for the
second breakfast.......
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Mother's Day is being asked to "....leave your plate and
just go and relax." when breakfast is over, as they
clear the table and kitchen of everything 'breakfast'.
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Mother's Day is displayed in the cards that are given
individually throughout the day. Some are caring,
some are funny, yet all are love filled.
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Mother's Day is a surprise certificate for a pedicure/manicure
that can be used 'right now....if you hurry."
Mother's Day is enjoying that special pampering with Sara
so that there is someone to share it with.
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Mother's Day is arriving home to find the kitchen filled with
the hustle and bustle as dinner is prepared to perfection.
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Mother's Day is being handed an icy cold Peach Cider to enjoy
before being asked to sit down to a lovely dinner of steak,
scallops, shrimp, mushrooms, mashed potatoes, gravy,
asparagus and crisp salad....
topped by a choice of pies for
dessert.
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Mother's Day is hearing Grandma, the grand Matriarch say
"I hate steak! Next time just give me a weiner!"
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Mother's Day is pausing to listen to the noise and chaos and
hearing only the warm sounds of family.
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That is Mother's Day...despite the commercials
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