Monday, May 10, 2010

Mother's Day musings

To begin -- my post is going to start out sounding like I am an ungrateful grouch.  That might be true, but in the end the post will be all gratitude.  I promise.

My kids and DH got me a Wii and the Wii Fit Plus kit for Mother's Day.  It's a thoughtful gift because I have mentioned that I think it would be cool to try.  Here comes the ungrateful part....  one has to wonder about the sentiment behind the gift when one hears "We knew it would be great.  It's perfect for dry-land training."  Dry-land training?? Huh?  That's the term one uses for exercise that occurs off the hockey rink.  I don't  play hockey. 
But that's okay, because I know DH was listening when I said I liked the idea of the Wii Fit.  I should not care about the impetus, merely be grateful for the gift. 
Then DD says "you know, we didn't buy it 'cause we think you're fat or out of shape..."  Again, huh?

So here's the thing about Mother's Day.  It's not about flowers, cards, or gifts.  It's about recognition.  What I really, really wish for (again, sounding ungrateful) is that one of the people who inhabits the Estate with me would say something like "Thanks.  You really do a lot for us."  That's it.

My DF (dear Friend) L sent me card for Mother's Day, just 'cause that's the kind of gal she is.  She made the card with the quote "Women need real moments of solitude and self-reflection to balance out how much of ourselves we give away."  ~Barbara De Angelis.  I got weepy when I read it.  That's IT exactly.  Yesterday I just wanted someone to acknowledge the pieces of me that are pulled, stretched or dicarded.

(here comes the grateful part)
So this is for my mom:
I know I didn't thank you, or truly celebrate you as I should have all my growing up years.  But I get it now.  I get that every time you drove me to dance or soccer, or riding or Guides you gave up that most precious commodity "time."  You left a piece of yourself at every event, every recital, every camp without ever asking for anything in return.  I try so very hard to do the same for DS and DD, because your selfless acts helped mold me to the person I am today.  I am grateful, humbled and honoured to be YOUR DD.  Thanks, mom!

1 comment:

  1. Well, KB, now I have tears this morning while reading your post.
    PS. That's all I wanted for Mother's Day, too.