Sunday, May 8, 2011

The Sunday Salon: Happy Mother’s Day

Hey Moms…

I sit here recalling the days of macaroni necklaces, lumpy pancakes in bed, and the excitement that my girls used to display over providing me the “Best Mother’s Day Ever!”  I’m envious of all of you who are still getting school art presents and lots of extra love today.

I awoke this morning to… nada. zilch. not even as much as a “good morning.” From my large, moody teenagers who could not be bothered to even remember to wish me a Happy Mother’s Day, I received the morning greeting of “you’re up.”    So, I whisper to myself, “Happy Mother’s Day to me.”  My little darlings are flopped on the couch watching television and arguing about who has to fold the next load of laundry.  I get the pleasant reaction of grumbly, grumpy little monsters complaining that they shouldn’t have to move up and off the couch until the commercial break comes.  It doesn’t matter that it’s their laundry that’s in there.  I should do that, too.  Even though it’s Mother’s Day.

Ugh.  Happy Mother’s Day to me.

So, I ask them if they want to go on a family dog walk with me.

“Mooooommmmmm…. do we HAVE to?”

Well, that answers that.

As I toured the streets of my neighborhood, I wondered how other mothers were fairing on this Mother’s Day.  Are they out with their kids having fabulous brunches?  Are they surrounded in the riches of Belgian Waffles and Mimosas?  Oh, the life of a cherished mom!

Oh… wait!  I was just brought a peanut butter and honey sandwich and a glass of milk for lunch.  All hope is not lost.    They might still adore me.  Awesome!  I’m cherished.

It just might be a good day after all!

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