A Typical yet More Thought-provoking Mother's Day

A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie. ~Tenneva Jordan

Being a mother of two grown-ups and a daughter of my mom who will turn 89 soon, the quote says exactly what I’d act and how I feel. I’m not a great mom, not even a good mom. I’m just an ordinary mom who’d do what the quote describes. I’m not any better than that.

My mom is a greater one though I didn’t realize that before I became a mom. She has been more willingly to sacrifice and to give. Whereas I just did what I needed to do. Not like many other mothers nowadays, I didn’t look for advice and suggestions from books, the media and friends. I most of the time simply reacted on my instinct to act my role. I feel sorry for my children to have a mom like me, or my son would have been more thoughtful and understanding, my daughter would have been better vision-oriented.

Today’s Mother’s Day, my daughter arranged the gathering. No matter how often she has driven me crazy, she’s always sweet and thoughtful when it comes a time like this. Both my son and daughter didn’t talk much, very selective in words, and just ate a reasonable portion of food. They have a different attitude toward food from mine. When I’m happy, I show it on my face and I’d become much relaxed and chatty, and speak louder unconsciously. They feel embarrassed and protest in silence. What two weirdoes I gave birth to, I meant compliment for being not like me at all. Well, at least I got to know what my son’s next plan for his career and see my daughter not hanging around with her friends doing things that seem to be a waste of time to me. Gee, I’m doing it again like a helpless mom, too subjective and not empathetic enough.

The Food was not scrumptious as it should have been judging from the sky high cost. At least one third of the food would have been left untouched if I hadn’t finished it all like most of moms in the world would have done.

After the lunch rendezvous, everyone went for different directions. My son went to his friends, my daughter, having a headache probably because of my high pitch voice, went home regardless how much I tried to talk her into going to the South Africa’s Day with me.

This was my Mother’s Day, typical yet a little bit varied from the previous one that brought me different afterthought. To comfort myself I like to conclude it with the quote I really like:
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.
~George Cooper
Trini