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.
May 14, 2015 at 5:11 pm
You rock Linda! 🙂
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May 14, 2015 at 2:30 pm
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 🙂
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May 12, 2015 at 7:41 pm
Good luck running that production, eesh! I hope you had your share of chocolate tho.
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May 12, 2015 at 8:04 pm
Thanks, Scott. 🙂 It keeps me busy. Chocolate helps. 😉 hehe
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May 12, 2015 at 10:26 am
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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May 12, 2015 at 8:16 pm
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. 🙂
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May 11, 2015 at 12:37 pm
Motherhood is complicated and not for the faint of heart. Best wishes as you keep moving forward with everything!
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May 12, 2015 at 8:17 pm
It certainly isn’t! Thanks very much, Joanne. 🙂
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May 10, 2015 at 10:00 pm
I hope you had a great Mother’s Day, Linda G. You deserve it from both ends. ❤
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May 12, 2015 at 8:41 pm
Thanks, Mr. Mark. I did have a pretty good Mother’s Day. 😀
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May 12, 2015 at 8:54 pm
Fantastic, Linda G.
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May 10, 2015 at 6:54 pm
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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May 12, 2015 at 8:42 pm
Thanks very much, Tric. 🙂 Not much pampering, but I did survive it. Bonus! Haha.
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May 10, 2015 at 5:42 pm
No we would never want to change things Linda that’s the natural order. xxxx
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May 12, 2015 at 8:42 pm
Quite true, Willow 😀
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May 10, 2015 at 5:17 pm
What fantastic writing! Happy mother’s day to you, dear Linda!
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May 12, 2015 at 8:43 pm
Thanks so much, Kelli! 😀
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May 10, 2015 at 4:20 pm
Happy Mother’s Day 🙂
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May 12, 2015 at 8:43 pm
Thank you, Jeanne. 🙂 It was nice!
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May 10, 2015 at 1:23 pm
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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May 12, 2015 at 8:44 pm
I love that – thanks for sharing it, Mihran. 😀
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May 10, 2015 at 1:20 pm
I gave my mom a lot of it also, but the figurative, not the literal kind. Great post.
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May 12, 2015 at 8:45 pm
Haha! Yep, my mother got her fair share of the figurative kind when I was a teenager too. 🙂 Thanks very much!
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May 10, 2015 at 12:32 pm
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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May 10, 2015 at 12:16 pm
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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May 10, 2015 at 11:59 am
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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May 10, 2015 at 11:24 am
Happy Mother’s Day 🙂
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May 10, 2015 at 11:08 am
I loved this. This is what motherhood looks like. You go girl!
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May 10, 2015 at 11:11 am
Thanks, Quixie! 🙂
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May 10, 2015 at 11:36 am
You’re welcome. 😊
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May 10, 2015 at 11:03 am
Happy mother’s day, Linda.
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May 10, 2015 at 11:10 am
Thanks, Maggie! You too….? Terrible that I can’t remember.
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May 10, 2015 at 12:35 pm
nah, not to worry, I don’t think it’s come up in conversation all that much – no kids, just cats. Reiner has two sons, so by extension… but no, not me. And my mom’s been gone for nearly 30 years. Yup, just another day for me. And that’s perfectly fine. 🙂
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May 10, 2015 at 10:48 am
From manure springs beautiful roses. I hope you have a happy Mother’s Day, Linda.
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May 10, 2015 at 10:51 am
Thanks very much, Glazed. 🙂
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May 10, 2015 at 10:43 am
Ahhh. To be a mom 🙂
Thanks for sharing. Found the manure part hilarious
😀
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May 10, 2015 at 10:51 am
Thanks for commenting! Happy to share a smile. 🙂
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