Mother's Day

Even though I'm not sure of the world of blog, mostly because I'm quite sure the world isn't ready for my thoughts . . . here goes.

For most of my "Mother's Day" life - you know, the Mother's Days where it counted when I attempted to "mother" someone littler than myself - I have resented Mother's Day. Actually, it swings from resentment to dread. I resent having to decide when or how I'll honor my mother or be honored by my children by a date on a calendar.

The best non-guilt times were when the children were in grade school and did projects and brought them home to surprise me but couldn't wait, so I got them on Friday afternoon. No pressure - just like Valentine's Day in grade school - everybody gave their mom the same thing and it was great.

So to any women of any age reading this - and I say women since many great "moms" never have had children - here's a real Mother's Day, and not just a Sunday in May. Mother's Day is:

• every day you get a hug from anyone
• every day you sit in Carl's Jr. laughing with your daughters while screaming or giggling children visit the table wanting booboos kissed or Chicken Stars
• hearing grandchildren outside the door calling "Grandma!" so you can open the door to let them in
• reading your daughter's musings about being a mother and remembering . . .
• having your teenage/adult son spontaneously hug you and tell you he loves you
• having your husband and help with the dishes without being asked
• laughing with your sister about everything, or going to lunch or shopping - you never know who you're mothering (or being mothered by!)

I hereby declare any day and every day Mother's Day and I want to tell my daughters, nieces, in-laws, outlaws, etc., since we're all trying our hardest, you're doing great - keep up the good work - and don't beat yourself up any more.