MOTHER'S DAY DISASTER AND RECOVERY PLAN
Mothers Day’s passed last Sunday, not well at our household. Men, seriously honor mothers, whether they are your mothers, wives, or daughters. It’s important.
I muffed it on Saturday, but made things worse after our minister admitted she dislikes Mother’s Day. She is not close to her mother and said her family consists of those who share the values of her ministry. Karen and I agreed she gave a great sermon.
I was close to my mother, willingly caring for her through her Alzheimer’s. I honored her on Mother’s Day, I think, with cards on time, flowers, and a phone call.
However, I don’t like Mother’s Day, or Father’s Day. They are business schemes to promote flower and gift sales. How can you fulfill on one day the commandment to honor thy father and thy mother? Either it is unnecessary because you regularly do, or it is a farce because you rarely do.
Regardless, I organized our children to make Mother’s Day a happy one, expecting them to pick up the job after they left the nest. My attitude, bluntly, is my children have the responsibility to honor their mother on Mother’s Day, as I honored my mother. Husbands, if you believe likewise, do not admit it.
I always scrambled to do something for my wife, usually flowers, a couple of cleverly worded cards, and dinner out. Last Saturday I discovered Sunday was Mother’s Day. I confessed my ignorance and left home at 3:00 pm to get two great cards, two bouquets of flowers, two top sirloin steaks and fresh asparagus. I thought I soothed her feelings, but had not, and later utterly trashed them even worse.
Three children dutifully called to cover up the fact that no cards had arrived yet. Mine usually arrive after Father’s Day. I suppose I should consider the idea that I did not train them well and their cards did arrive the next day.
At dinner my probing got her to admit my gifts felt dutiful. They were. So to avoid future Mother’s Day pain, and emboldened by the sermon we both liked, I proposed we celebrate future Mother’s Days and Father’s Days with a clink of wine glasses and a nice dinner. After all, the days are the responsibility of the children.
Big mistake. She recalled years ago when I said it was not my responsibility. It saddened her then and still hurts. She loves to honor me as the father of her children. She said I could do what I wanted about Mother’s Day, but she would always honor me with presents and a special dinner on Father’s Day.
Had she ever felt honored her, I asked? Yes, when I made reservations at Sleeping Lady where we shared with each other during a sumptuous brunch and strolled among the pines and sculptures. I recall that pleasant day.
Husbands beware, and sons and daughters, like my minister -- honoring mothers needs to be done every day, especially on Mother’s Day.
I muffed it on Saturday, but made things worse after our minister admitted she dislikes Mother’s Day. She is not close to her mother and said her family consists of those who share the values of her ministry. Karen and I agreed she gave a great sermon.
I was close to my mother, willingly caring for her through her Alzheimer’s. I honored her on Mother’s Day, I think, with cards on time, flowers, and a phone call.
However, I don’t like Mother’s Day, or Father’s Day. They are business schemes to promote flower and gift sales. How can you fulfill on one day the commandment to honor thy father and thy mother? Either it is unnecessary because you regularly do, or it is a farce because you rarely do.
Regardless, I organized our children to make Mother’s Day a happy one, expecting them to pick up the job after they left the nest. My attitude, bluntly, is my children have the responsibility to honor their mother on Mother’s Day, as I honored my mother. Husbands, if you believe likewise, do not admit it.
I always scrambled to do something for my wife, usually flowers, a couple of cleverly worded cards, and dinner out. Last Saturday I discovered Sunday was Mother’s Day. I confessed my ignorance and left home at 3:00 pm to get two great cards, two bouquets of flowers, two top sirloin steaks and fresh asparagus. I thought I soothed her feelings, but had not, and later utterly trashed them even worse.
Three children dutifully called to cover up the fact that no cards had arrived yet. Mine usually arrive after Father’s Day. I suppose I should consider the idea that I did not train them well and their cards did arrive the next day.
At dinner my probing got her to admit my gifts felt dutiful. They were. So to avoid future Mother’s Day pain, and emboldened by the sermon we both liked, I proposed we celebrate future Mother’s Days and Father’s Days with a clink of wine glasses and a nice dinner. After all, the days are the responsibility of the children.
Big mistake. She recalled years ago when I said it was not my responsibility. It saddened her then and still hurts. She loves to honor me as the father of her children. She said I could do what I wanted about Mother’s Day, but she would always honor me with presents and a special dinner on Father’s Day.
Had she ever felt honored her, I asked? Yes, when I made reservations at Sleeping Lady where we shared with each other during a sumptuous brunch and strolled among the pines and sculptures. I recall that pleasant day.
Husbands beware, and sons and daughters, like my minister -- honoring mothers needs to be done every day, especially on Mother’s Day.
Posted by JSR at 5/15/2009 2:57 AM 
Categories: Common Sense,Relatives,Compassion,Humor
Tags: Mother's Day Wives and Mother's Day Husbands and Mother's Day
Categories: Common Sense,Relatives,Compassion,Humor
Tags: Mother's Day Wives and Mother's Day Husbands and Mother's Day
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