Just Another Sunday- A Son's Mother's day Tribute
Mother's Day is Sunday.
For the first time in my 47 years on the planet, it really is, JUST another Sunday.
Since my mother passed away last August, this Sunday becomes just another weekend. For the first time, no trips to the florist or the candy store. No need to call or send a card. No use of construction paper and glitter in art class. Mother's Day is now, just another Sunday.
Ironically, this is probably the first time I've ever actually valued Mother's Day. Most times I saw those flowers and cards as some kind of "obligation" to a "Hallmark holiday" and not what I see them as now, a chance to connect with my mom. She was the woman who raised me, influenced my values, crafted my personality. I wish I had taken this "Hallmark Holiday" as more of an opportunity, and less of an obligation.
Now, I don't want anyone thinking that I didn't care or was thoughtless, either. After she moved from metropolitan NJ to the middle of nowhere, Missouri, I discovered I could ship her favorite local bagels, and all the schmeers, right to her and she got to host all her friends to a "NJ Brunch" to celebrate Mother's day in Missouri. We celebrated that way, long distance, for several years. But what I want you to know, dear reader, is that I wish I took more of these opportunities to show her how much I loved her and valued her. What I am realizing this year, is that Mother's Day isn't about Hallmark, it isn't really even about how we feel about the holiday, it should be about how we feel about our mothers. So, as you are reading this, I want you to learn from my mistakes, and my successes, and make sure EVERY Mother's Day is special for her, because the more memorable they are for her, the more memories they'll create for you, so you can be better prepared for when your Mother's Days become... just another Sunday.