Being a Mom is Hard, it's Nice to be Recognised on Mother's Day
The cynics amongst us certainly think of Mother's Day as a hollow greeting card holiday, says Lauren Dare
It’s easy to see it as a vague excuse for gift giving and, in some cases, guilt-inducing trips home to Mom. In the US, where I’m from, we celebrate in May so the holiday is even further removed from any religious significance of Mothering Sunday. I understand where critics come from, and some of the greeting cards out there are truly hideous.
But truth be told, I love Mother’s Day and have done since I was a child. Every year my mom would have matching dresses made for us (out of some hideous, chintzy fabric) and we’d go out with our tap-teased and crimped hair to have brunch together. We did this until I was old enough to be embarrassed by matching my mom, but never too embarrassed to slightly coordinate. I relished the opportunity to pick out a special gift just for her. In fourth grade I made clay earrings shaped like thick spirals with sharp pieces of brass sticking out, spray painted gold. And she wore them, as heavy and painful as they must have been.
She wore them because that is a mother’s love and that’s what I was celebrating. Flash forward a few decades and I’m now a mother of two little boys. I’m at home with them all day, every day. And I love it, but it is hard. We all know that. I get hugs and cuddles as often as I get defiance and wees on the floor. Potty training is hard, teething is hard, fevers are hard.
I'm now a mother of two little boys. I get hugs and cuddles as often as I get defiance and wees on the floor
It is hard work being a parent and, just as in the working world you get performance evaluations and maybe a bonus, sometimes it’s just nice for someone to take moment to say that you’re doing a good job. I know my kids love me every day of the year and appreciate everything their father and I do for them, even if they don’t always eat their dinner and never pick up the Lego.
But once a year I like feeling extra special. Last year, my oldest son Nate (then 2½ years old) called me Mom for the first time on Mother’s Day (he called me 'Bobo' for over a year, we still don’t know why). I came downstairs and he held out a box he’d decorated with his dad and said ‘Happy Mommy’s Day’.
And that is the best present I will ever receive.
Written by Lauren Date for eumom