Early in our marriage, I told my husband I was not his mother, he was off the hook for Mother’s Day.
Children don’t do Mother’s Day without parental support, not even simple things much less breakfast in bed. No big loss. I don’t even like eating in bed. It’s messy, and uncomfortable, and doesn’t allow for seconds. Thanks to school and cub scouts, I received my first macaroni necklace and a Mother’s Day card decorated with stick figures, one of which represented me.
IN MY DREAMS!
My six children got older and remembrances got more sophisticated—meal prep and clean up, impressive art, flowers, grain mill, landscaping, interior decorating, and letters of adoration obviously written about someone else’s mom. Or maybe it was a wish list.