My mother had a very busy mother’s day – as it coincided with my brother’s graduation from pharmacy school, my birthday, my sister’s trip to Ireland and my sister-in-law’s graduation from optometry school.
Mother’s Day has always been kind of special for my mom and me because every once and awhile my birthday will fall on Mother’s Day.
Apart from saying happy Mother’s Day and getting a card for our mom our family doesn’t have any huge traditions for Mother’s Day.
I have noticed that the older I get, the more I enjoy celebrating Mother’s Day. That is probably due in part to understanding how much my Mom really does for me throughout the year.
While I was in college she worked to keep my bills straight, she has always been there for honest advice and encouragement. She makes me my favorite meals and desserts every time I visit and she is always happy to have a glass of wine with me toward the end of the night.
It’s those little things that Mom’s do that you don’t really understand until you are all moved out of the house and doing things on your own that you miss the most. Like clean laundry or her screaming on the sidelines as I score a goal, or basket or finish first in a race.
This year, in joint celebration of the busiest first weeks of May in history, we went out for pizza. We were scrunched into a booth, eight of us, and she was designated as the person to plate pizza for everyone. Without much elbow room, she held out her arm over the table and smashed a cup of coke into her lap and mine.
What was funny about the spilled coke was that she didn’t skip a beat – she continued cutting the pizza for someone else before she even cleaned the coke from her lap. Of course she was a bit embarrassed, but she was also in good humor about it all.
I think that was a good metaphor for the selflessness of my Mom – even with a glass of coke in her lap, she continued to plate a piece of pizza for someone else.
I know my brother, sister and I haven’t always made it easy on my mom. Smashing the upstairs hallway or blowing out the siding of the garage with a soccer ball – but I appreciate everything she has done for me, so the least I could do was dedicate a column to my wonderful mother.