Linda G. Hill

Life in progress

The Cycles of Mother’s Day

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I have memories as a child of preparing breakfast, with my father’s help, to bring to my mother in bed on Mother’s Day. I knew as well as he did that it would be no surprise, but we pretended, he and I. I remember a few odd gifts I gave her over the years, but the one that stands out the most was a garbage bag full of well-fermented horse shit I brought home in my car from the ranch where I worked. Her roses loved it and yet she still rolls her eyes over it.

As a new mother myself, my very first Mother’s Day was a revelation. Being pampered by my son’s father was a dream come true. Those beginning years were special indeed – breakfast in bed was mine, although sometimes those breakfasts were inedible having been made with love by my young children. I grinned and did my best to eat them without gagging anyway.

Today I find the cycle has changed once again. I made the coffee last night so Alex, my youngest, could come downstairs ahead of me and push the button to start the coffeemaker. I’m in the not-so-unique position of being single, having my three sons at home, and soon I will be picking my own mother up to spend the day caring for her, though she’d never concede to the idea that it’s the other way around. She wants me to depend on her and I’m okay with that. It’s like a dance, graceful in its complexity with me agreeing to almost anything and her… I’m not sure if she still understands that I’m doing it or not, but the grand act of denial, if that’s what she does, is Oscar-worthy. And of course there are my own children. To an extent my eldest is taking care of me, helping me not to pull my hair out both with his physical aid in babysitting and housework and his awesome sense of humour.

So it goes. The child becomes the mother, the caregiver; the giver of life as she comes closer to the end of her own, becomes dependent once again.

I love being a mother, but in the end it can be likened to a bag of horse shit. For the amount of work it takes, the load of stress that accompanies it, and the headache-inducing number of eyerolls, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Author: LindaGHill

There's a writer in here, clawing her way out.

37 thoughts on “The Cycles of Mother’s Day

  1. You rock Linda! πŸ™‚

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  2. Happy late mother’s day! That’s pretty cute how you pre-made the coffee. My mom and I have a similar relationship. People need to feel depended on sometimes πŸ™‚

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  3. Good luck running that production, eesh! I hope you had your share of chocolate tho.

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  4. Mother’s day is a very complicated day. I enjoyed your view of it from your side. Well written. Honoring my wife on my children’s behalf for 24 years has been interesting….along with a Mother-in-law. Three or four special women all trying to share the same day…someone’s feelings always seem to be hurt. In my opinion, we should honor and love our important mother figures year round and not just on one silly, over-rated Hallmark day. Be blessed.

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    • I agree, Greg. But like many holidays these days it’s a good excuse for a reminder that we should appreciate one another. Sad as that is.
      Thanks very much for your comment. πŸ™‚

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  5. Motherhood is complicated and not for the faint of heart. Best wishes as you keep moving forward with everything!

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  6. I hope you had a great Mother’s Day, Linda G. You deserve it from both ends. ❀

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  7. Happy mothers day, we had ours here in Ireland in March. I hope it was a good one, if not one of absolute pampering.

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  8. No we would never want to change things Linda that’s the natural order. xxxx

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  9. What fantastic writing! Happy mother’s day to you, dear Linda!

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  10. Happy Mother’s Day πŸ™‚

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  11. Happy Mothers Day – let your day shine!

    A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest. ~Irish Proverb

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  12. I gave my mom a lot of it also, but the figurative, not the literal kind. Great post.

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  13. Love the horseshit! Ha! Truly every gift has to be partly giver and partly receiver – that was a bullseye Linda.
    Happy Mothers Day!

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  14. Horseshit eh? that’s okay, my uncle brought pig shit for his mom’s garden! I do remember breakfast in bed and eating “uncooked chocolate jello”…those grains were not easy to swallow in the morning! I love your post, Linda, so real! Happy Mother’s Day!!!

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  15. I can’t say I’ve ever heard of motherhood being likened to a bag of horse shit, but it sure made me chuckle.

    Happy Mother’s Day, Linda.

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  16. Happy Mother’s Day πŸ™‚

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  17. I loved this. This is what motherhood looks like. You go girl!

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  18. Happy mother’s day, Linda.

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  19. From manure springs beautiful roses. I hope you have a happy Mother’s Day, Linda.

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  20. Ahhh. To be a mom πŸ™‚
    Thanks for sharing. Found the manure part hilarious
    πŸ˜€

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