A very pleasant Mothers' Day...
I had a
very pleasant Mothers’ Day. It started with My Farmer delivering a latte and
cinnamon roll for breakfast! Soon after, the grandpups came flying into the
house, ribbons around their necks with cards with lovely sentiments attached!
Caitlin
admonished them to “Go see Gram! Go see Gram!” but only Angus did. Olive is too
much in love with The Boss to come to Gram first. But little Angus was full of
enthusiasm and jumped up to put his paws on my leg, filling the air with kisses
until I could get close enough for him to land one…or one hundred. Eventually,
Olive was coaxed to come and deliver her card too.
It was
just too cute.
I spent
the rest of the morning sipping coffee, reading, relaxing and enjoying the fact
that I did not need to prepare anything for our family gathering. My dear sis,
Megan, had volunteered to do it all, despite that she, too, is a mother – and has
a birthday this month too. What a treat! What a gift!
We had a
lovely lunch there, with the usual laughter and good cheer. And my mother
pulled her Mother’s Day Privilege Card to request that we watch the last of the
Players Golf Tournament.
What?
As it came
on, she was telling me that my aunt now likes to watch golf. “Can you believe
that Aunt Milly watches golf?” she exclaimed. I replied, “No! Actually, I can’t
believe that ANYONE watches golf!”
I will
admit that watching golf isn’t too bad – when you tune in for the 17th
and 18th holes and just see who wins. I can tolerate that much…and
only that much. But good for Mom for pulling the Mom Card. It was her day,
after all. And all the guys thought it was great.
Back home
again, there was more relaxation – and greetings from my other kids, one who is
away, and the couple who had been with their other family.
The Farmer
even got me a gift…per my request, he replaced the hoses on my hose cart, and
also upgraded the fittings. I’m quite excited about this upgrade! Last summer,
hauling around some cracked and easily kinked hoses with leaking fittings was
causing me to sin…too much mumblemumblegrumble kind of talking was going on,
and a few kicks just might have been thrown as well. I know that many were
contemplated.
But now,
now I can irrigate in holiness!
That’s the
theory anyway…
I quite
enjoyed the day…though I must admit that I am somewhat a Mothers’ Day Rebel. It
hit me quite a few years ago on a Mothers’ Day where the family had gathered to
share a meal and “celebrate”.
I use the
term loosely.
I noticed
that this “celebration” had all the moms working in the kitchen…and all the
menfolk sitting, visiting in the living room waiting for the food to be ready.
There’s
something wrong with this picture…at least for the moms, that is. Caught in the
Dutch/European tradition, the women did the kitchen work…The men did nothing! It
would have been less work if we had not celebrated at all…so what was the
point?! I want to honor my moms, but this was getting ridiculous!
Since
then, we have cut back on the larger group gatherings, eschewing them for
simpler celebrations. Desserts and coffee, or taking Mom out, or just making
sure she has a big bouquet to enjoy – and more than that, making sure she hears
the words that mean the most…That we love her; her sacrifice has been
appreciated; she has done a good work…
For this
Mothers’ Day Rebel, that is more than enough…
…and it
was just what I got. Thanks for making my day, Farmer and kids!
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