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A Mother's Day Rant of Sorts

A few days ago, Hubbs asked me what I wanted for Mother's Day. He is a very generous husband, and I knew I would pretty much get whatever I asked for. Lucky for him, I'm also mostly a reasonable wife, so it wasn't like I was going to demand a 5-figure sparkler or some other frivolous purchase.

At first I didn't know what to ask for. Then I told him that what I wanted was to have time to myself. Time to shower (or take an indulgent bubble bath), time to go potty without an audience, an opportunity to nap or blog or do some other self-indulgent thing that wasn't for the benefit of our family. For Mother's Day, I was basically asking to not be a mommy for a few hours, or maybe even most of the day.

My silly mini and I at the end of brunch today

And true to form, he has blessed me with this gift. He got up early this morning to shower so that he would be ready to watch Little L from the moment she was up. He took her to the "pond" while I took my sweet ass time getting ready. Then we went to a fancy schmancy brunch together as a family, an annual tradition that began when Little L was just a few months old; he watched her while I loaded up my plates and ate first. After feasting, we headed home and I went to take a carb-and-sugar-induced nap while Hubbs played dominoes with our little girl (who was hopped up on sugar from the brunch). When I awoke from my slumber, they had already driven off on another daddy-daughter adventure to the Oval (and then the playground).

I won't probably see them again for a couple of hours.

And I totally regret asking for this gift.

You might think I'm insane. You might only dream of having a full afternoon to yourself to do whatever you wanted. I thought I would want this, too, and on a regular day, maybe I would. However, it's Mother's day. The reason for the day is to celebrate women, and that which makes them a mother. In my case, this would include my Hubbs and my darling girl. They are the reason I get to be called a mommy, and yet here I am, wishing to do the very least motherly thing possible: indulge myself and not be a mommy for a while. On Mother's day. Isn't that ironic?

Besides, how can I ever really not be a mommy? It's a ridiculous notion. Once you are a mommy, you're forever, 24x7, a mommy. You worry like a mom, you dote like a mom, you think like a mom, you protect like a mom. It becomes who you are, and is woven into the very fibre of your heart. Even though the duties of a mom change through the seasons of life, or manifest in different ways depending on circumstance, the essence of motherhood remains the same: you love another little being that you have been entrusted with, more than you love yourself.

And so it is with me. No matter how much alone time I get (courtesy of Hubbs, or the nanny, or whomever), I will never truly have time to myself that isn't in some way interrupted, either physically or mentally, with my concern and love for Little L.

Maybe I'm over-thinking this, and goodness knows I'm spending a good chunk of my "alone time" blogging about it, but Mother's Day is a bittersweet day for me. For many barren years, this was a difficult occasion, because it reminded me of my childless state and made me feel like a failure for not being able to do what "millions of women have been doing for millions of years" and have a baby. Everywhere I looked, the store displays and billboard ads and social media were littered with Mother's Day messages that made me feel like sh!t; it was pervasive and unrelenting and unavoidable. I also know that this day is hard for the mommies out there whose babies are with Jesus, and it's hard for those babies, grown or little, whose mommies are no longer around to receive the blessing of their appreciation. It's difficult for singletons who have long wished to become mommies but have never been so blessed, and it's brutal for those who never received the gift of their mommies' love and acceptance and presence in their lives.

Socially, it is an odd holiday, one that I know is intended for good and to appreciate the very underappreciated sacrifices of moms out there, everywhere. However, it is an alienating holiday, too, and for those on the other side, it can be such a painful day.

All I want for Mother's Day, I guess, is that there be no specific day set apart in May for mothers to be honoured. Instead, wouldn't it be better if we all just appreciated our moms every day, or else found gratitude in being able to be a mom, every day? And rather than divide women up into those who are and those who aren't on the second Sunday in May, couldn't we just celebrate all women on this day? Every woman who has ever loved and cared for and exercised a form of maternal affection towards a living being, human or animal, is worthy of being celebrated as a "mother" of some kind.

So happy mother's day to you. And don't even get me started on Father's Day. *insert eyeroll*



Comments

Sharon said…
Lol - I *do* think you're overthinking this a little bit but we bloggers probably tend to do such things around such times ;) Heck - i blogged about mother's day too! hahaha

And overthinking, i would say, is better than taking for granted. So you're good!

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