Since today I am busy being a mom and preparing to make dinner for my own mom, I'm going to revisit an old Mother's Day post I wrote two years ago. I noticed, though, that even though my number of children has doubled since then, what I want did not. Happy Mother's Day!
The commercials are out in full force. Mother’s Day is this weekend and everywhere there are ads for stuff – diamonds, perfume, flowers, iPods, cameras, clothes, anything at all you can think of to buy for your mother. The ads are louder, brighter, flashier, catchier (is that a word even?) and coming more and more frequently in such a frenzy until the climax on Saturday – buy now before it’s too late or Mom will think you don’t love her any more! If you care enough you will spend four times the price of your gift for overnight shipping so she can show all her friends how much you love her!!
It doesn’t help at all – I don’t think my mother would want any of the things advertised. I know I don’t. (Well, ok, I would like a really good camera, and a new copy of Rent on DVD and the new James Patterson book... but those can be bought anytime and are not “special.”) Our culture is so materialistic, we feel pressure to quantify our love with monetary spending.
But who asks moms what they REALLY want for Mothers’ Day?
Here’s what I want: sleep. All three meals cooked and cleaned up (and chosen!) by someone other than me. The house tidied up. A day without tv, video games, or computers – just us and time together. The park, board games, whatever. Just together time without electronic distractions. No pressure, no guilt, no being bashed over the head with ads saying my family doesn’t love me unless they buy me more stuff. I don’t WANT more stuff!
But, who ever asks moms what they want for their day?