A Less than Perfect Mother’s Day

A Less than Perfect Mother’s Day

Practicing gratitude when it’s not as perfect as it’s supposed to be.

BY JODY MOSES

This Mother’s Day, not only will you receive a magnificent bouquet of flowers, a scrumptious breakfast in bed and the finest hand made chocolates – but of course, you’ll also receive from your little loved ones – jewellery, very expensive jewellery. Right? No? Isn’t that what commercial TV, radio, magazines and social media will have us believe?

The reality may be ever so slightly different. However, if you’re one of the lucky few who year after year lives “the dream” Mother’s Day ideal, then you should stop reading now and go and enjoy your flowers and jewels.

If, on the other hand, you’re like me, Mother’s Day never quite lives up to commercial hype. Mine usually involves kisses and cuddles in bed, beautiful handmade cards and the $10 trinket bought at the pre Mothers Day stall at school, along with an under-toasted slice of gluten free bread with lashings of peanut butter and tah-dah….a fresh, barista-made skinny cappucino delivered to me in bed!

No complaints from me. This is my ideal Mother’s Day morning and means more to me than anything loads of money could buy. I count my blessings each and every day for the two small people in my life who fill me and deplete me and refill me, day after day.

So each year, in throwing aside the expectations that this Hallmark day can bring, I hold on to the moments of bliss. I savour the moment a small hand still reaches out for mine, when morning breath still smells sweet, when “mum” is called out a thousand times a day. I know the day will come, sooner than can I bear to imagine, when handmade cards and snuggles in bed will be a thing of the past and “mum” will no longer be a whisper but a shout. I’m holding on to every single moment for as long as I can.

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I’m also acutely aware of the many, many women out there for whom Mother’s Day is excruciatingly painful.

Those who may be struggling with infertility, those without hope of ever having children , those with desperately ill babies or those with empty arms who may have lost their babies. And of course, there are those who will spend this Mother’s Day mourning their own mums, perhaps for the first time.

For so many reasons, I am immensely grateful for my less-than-perfect Mother’s Day. I am so blessed to be called mum. I earned the title and I appreciate it constantly. Even in the toughest moments, I am grateful.

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