Why I don't love Mother's Day...
I don't love the day for a multitude of reasons.
I remember a conversation I had with my mother when I was quite young, about celebrating Mother's Day. She said she didn't celebrate it. Her belief was that everyday is Mother's Day. I never really quite got it. I would make a handmade card and my father would take me to the florist, or, when I got older, would give me money to pick out some flowers. I seem to remember getting daisies all the time. My mother doesn't like the fussier flowers, like roses and all. She doesn't like anything to be fussy. And perhaps that's why she was never big on Mother's Day. She had one child and I was perfect. :) All kidding aside, I really was an easy child. I knew my limits and very rarely tested them, even in my teen years. I respected and almost feared my mother. We were/are very close but she was the disciplinarian. She set the rules. She was strict and she was tough. But we had fun and laughter... there was lots of fun and lots of laughter. But Mother's Day always fell on a Sunday, as it does now, and Sunday was truly her day of rest and relaxation. My father always sauntered off to the Met (Metropolitan Museum of Art) where he would walk around the world's finest paintings for several hours and I went off to Sunday School. Mom stayed home and did the New York Times Crossword and filled each and every empty square. My father and I returned home by about 12:30 and we'd all have a lovely brunch together and then I would either go play quietly by myself or head off to a friend's house for the afternoon. My Sundays are nothing like this!
Now, I really don't subscribe to my mother's beliefs that everyday is Mother's Day - at all. But maybe I should stop celebrating... or expecting to. But in a sense my mother is right, I suppose. Really, this one Sunday in May is no different from any other Sunday. It's jam-packed and filled with chaos and the same madness that every other Sunday, or day of the week for that matter, has. So you want to go out to lunch? So do all the other mothers out there. Trying to get a reservation to your favorite restaurant can often be as unsettling as the day itself. Trying to get your young children to not bicker, sit still and behave can often be a challenge...
Fourteen years ago I had huge expectations for the day. I thought I would relax and be pampered. I thought the day would be magical - magical in the way we all wish Valentine's Day or New Year's Eve would be. My first year disappointed as did my second... and most that came after. Now I'm not meaning to come across as an ungrateful bitch, but I think my expectations were unrealistically high. In all honesty my husband really tried... I got flowers, lovely breakfasts, gift certificates to salons... all that a tired and exhausted mother could want, but in the end it comes down to the children. Sometimes they cannot be tamed. Whether a colicky, screaming baby or two toddlers fighting or not getting their way... there was always something that put a damper on Mother's Day.
And there were many years I had to share Mother's Day with my ex mother in law. Now, while I like and have always really liked my ex mother in law, I really never loved sharing the day. A relaxed morning would then turn into chaos as we hurriedly bathed and dressed the kids and ourselves to get out the door on time - of course we were late, year after year. And she always prepared a lovely meal but those meals were also perpetually interrupted by one child or another, or all three. Little children can be controlled to a certain degree... I remember having to leave the table during my meal, almost every year, to take care of a child of mine or all three or mine and everyone else's children. It saddened me and looking back I think I resented it. I spoke up a few times, but I think I should have been stronger in my convictions and spoken up louder. So many Mother's Days ended up in tears... mine. I think, really more than anything, I was looking for a break which is what, more than any gift, an exhausted mother really wants.
So now, after 14 years, Mother's Day, to me is sort of sad and melancholy. Perhaps even more so now, as a single mother. Definitely more now, as a single mother. Like all those holidays that have come and gone, I am sort of wishing this one away. Right or wrong, it's how I feel. And I suppose all those childless mothers out there are screaming at me, telling me that I should be grateful and that bratty or not, whiny or not, misbehaving or not, that I should be grateful. And my heart goes out to every woman that has lost a child or has been unable to have a child... I have known many and I know how hard this day is for them as well...
I am grateful for my three...You have no idea how grateful. There is no love as strong as that love between a mother and her child... whether the child is behaving badly or not. And some days when it seems like nothing is going my way, and I am fighting, struggling to make it through the day, the week, the month, the year... I see my own flesh and blood and they are reminders of how unconditional love really can be, even when they are behaving badly. There's something I say to my children all the time when they are not well behaved or have done something to make me angry. I will say "I may not like you very much at the moment, but I will always love you." And then I cannot help but wonder if mothers still feel that way when their children have gone way way way off track...
I have learned to be realistic. I have learned not to expect too much - I have learned to expect nothing at all, really. I have gotten older, wiser and more sensible. I cannot expect my children to appreciate all that I do. I cannot expect them to understand how much work they are - laundry, cooking, chauffeuring, nursing while trying to build a career and balance the checkbook, nor do I expect them to until they have families of their own. But this girl, this mother, is a dreamer. I admit to wanting the fairy tale. Just as a little girl dreams of her Prince taking her away to live happily ever after, this mother wants, just one day where there will be no bickering, whining, conflict... I want the day that ends happily ever after.
XOXO,
Jessica
This thoughtful post made me a bit sad myself. But I agree entirely with the sentiment. The problem with Mother's Day when one has school-aged kids, is that you're supposed to relax and "be pampered" but it's entirely unrealistic and when the day falls short of that supposed perfect day, it feels like more of a disappointment that it didn't live up to the ideal. I've asked that I not have to cook on Mother's Day. That's all I want. Not to have to make a meal for 24 hours. Everything else can stay the same.
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Tippy
Jessica, What a thoughtful and insightful post. Don't worry about sounding "bratty". We all feel that way at times, you are just brave enough to admit it in writing to the masses. I too find that the expectations of Mother's Day can really set us up for disappointment. I am celebrating my 21st Mother's Day and can say, some were wonderful and others downright awful. Last year was particularly difficult because of some issues with my oldest, so having children that are grown up doesn't always make them better. I find myself a bit nervous this year as I don't want a repeat. I can tell you that my love has remained constant even though this has been a difficult year to like my oldest. It may have even intensified. Thank you again for bravely expressing your thoughts. Please know that it is appreciated by many. And I do hope you have a Happy Mother's Day
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Thank you Tippy... Thank you Jane!
ReplyDeleteI understand. Really. I, too, have had those expectations and been disappointed. But, I have learned that sometimes the nurturing (and mothering) is for no one but myself and I make sure that I, in some way, celebrate ME and I remind myself to do that on this day. Yes, I should make a point to nurture myself more often, but the reality is that all that chaos gets in the way.
ReplyDeleteHappy Mother's Day to you, even if it's not your favorite day. :)
ReplyDeleteI think it's all about expectations. If you are realistic, then it can be a sweet day. We never do anything big and I don't expect it. A card and some supermarket flowers, a handmade picture, or school project... and maybe getting to sleep in just a bit (even though usually that just means delaying getting out of bed, b'c "sleep" is usually interrupted 12 times!) My kids get really excited to show me their gifts-- for all of about 10 minutes and then it's back to normal. That's fine with me. I enjoy their excitement and then go about the rest of the day like normal. I find most holidays to be like that.
I used to be sorely disappointed in New Year's every year, until I realized that I was setting myself up for disappointment by expecting some movie/hollywood night. As soon as I readjusted to a more realistic expectation, I've had pleasant, happy new year's-- even if it just means a nice glass of champagne at 10:00 before falling asleep and missing midnight entirely! :)
I was never very fond of mother's day myself but for other reasons. Today, reading all the posts on my Facebook about how grateful my friends are for their mothers, how they would never have been what they are today because of their mothers etc. makes me sad, because I cannot say that about mine. She is selfish, never sacrificed for me. I was the black sheep of the family and my other siblings were favored. I was tolerated. She never helped me out with my sons, perhaps because they were mine, or maybe because they were difficult in the early years due to autism, I don't know for sure. But when I needed her to watch them so i could pick up a prescription for their 103 temps, she said no because she had to spend her $5 coupon at Shaws before it expired, then go to my sisters to watch my nieces while my sister went to the airport to pick up a puppy. She has not seen my sons in a year and lives 5 minutes away. And the list goes on. So thanks for letting me vent! And a very sincere Happy Mother's Days to the truly great Mom's out there!
ReplyDeleteJudi - I'm so sorry... What makes me sad and unhappy about this holiday isn't the hype or the Hallmark event but that if you're not a part of a traditional intact family, if you've lost a child, have been unable to have children or have lost a mother this day is particularly hard. And sometimes it's so hard to be happy for those who are getting pampered, who are getting gifts, who can take a few minutes to put their feet up... who can go without doing laundry, dishes, etc... Instead of this day reminding you of all you do have, I think it tends to point out what you don't have.I think it's OK, from time to time, to not always see the sunny side of things... sometimes we need to vent and cry!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sarah, but I think Mother's Day from a single mother's perspective is quite different... I get that now.
ReplyDeleteI never cared for "Hallmark holidays" and I finally figured out why several years ago. To outsiders, my parents looked like the perfect couple but the reality was much different; they were verbally, physically, and emotionally abusive alcoholics. However, they always managed to put all that aside on these "holidays" and we were supposed to go along with the charade. It was very confusing.
ReplyDeleteWhen my father finally took off and left us with a falling down drunk mother, we always made the effort with her but she never particularly acknowledged or acted like she cared one way or the other. Again, very confusing.
I see the same thing with some of my friends now. Their husbands and/or children ignore them for months on end, but when Mother's Day rolls around, they all show up (usually for a free meal) or go out and buy something just for the sake of buying it. No particular thought or love put into the effort. Same thing with Valentine's Day, Father's Day, blah, blah, blah. Yuck.
The problem with children is they have to be about 30 years old (and usually become parents themselves) before they appreciate you. We ALL want the fairy tale; the problem is we don't usually get it until our children have walked in our shoes.
Sara - In my "old age" I am starting to dislike the holidays. There's too much at stake - expectations are too high... emotions are raw... and the children feel it too... trust me!
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