D2: Happy Mothers’ Day, Mummy!
Hubby: How many times are you going to celebrate mothers’ day in this house?
D2: But today is still mothers’ day! (stated defiantly)
Have I previously mentioned the fact that I love men who stand (adamantly firm) by what they believe?
Time was 6.05am.
Settings was my kitchen.
May I also quickly chip in that this day was 6 days after ‘Mothers’ Day’ was widely celebrated?
Yes, my groggy (with sleep) lil man remembered anew to wish me a happy mothers day a couple of days after the main ‘event’. He’s learning well, don’t you think?
Now let me paint a wordy picture of how the day went for yours truly.
Being a Sunday, the only thing I looked forward to was getting into the same old excitingly
boring rituals of mommyhood a la getting up a bit later than work-days, cleaning up yesterday’s dishes (yes, I am that kind of mom..), making breakfast before the whole brood awakened, getting myself and them into some decent garbs to go boogy down & up in church.
But then, getting ‘papped’ by D1 as I got off the stairs had to find a way into the scheme of things.
Just because mothers are celebrities sans the glitz and glitters of red carpets.
Moreso, it is the most natural thing in the world to have
camera phone flashes go off severally on a Sunday morning. And I just had to find a way of getting one of the several tens of pictures taken by these little ones onto this site. For your viewing (dis)pleasure.
Pardon me, pretty pleaseeeee.
You see, mothers are given too little
much credit for doing so much. Yes? No?
Mothers are unsung heroines, grossly under-celebrated warriors with no sophisticated firearms in their arsenals…mentors, birthing and shaping several generations of future ‘movers and shakers’, all accomplished (successfully) without training manuals.
We really do a whole lot to keep the wheels rolling…even if we have to sometimes say so ourselves…(mind you, forgetting too often to check the Radiator’s water level or oil level or gas level is not even strong enough a blow to dent our shiny
…that it may not be too much to expect to get to celebrate us..by us, everyday. Impossible, you mutter? Maybe a couple of days in a year dedicated to celebrating our ‘heroic feats’…okay, I mean to say just one day off mommy duties, even on a special day such as ‘Mothers day’…the ONE day set aside to celebrate mothers.
I mean, one full day where we get to put our feet up and get fawned over, for a change. (If you still await that day, you’re not alone).
That is the reality for some pretty lucky moms but for other equally pretty lucky moms, the day passes(ed) so swiftly, like every other day. Doing the same
boring exciting chores, managing to keep positive vibes running to boil some rice, prepare some smoked chicken and watch some little ones yell and run around in pants as this mom mentally picks out her work outfits for the week. Hardly third world problems, I agree.
In the chores, running around and yelling are embedded the all kinds of ‘cal’ and ‘nal’ joy (physical, mental, emotional, etc). Joy at nourishing those little ones and seeing them flourish through the years.
Joy at the beautiful moments of being loved and unloved.
Joy at the ugly times..that is if packing slimy poo from a freshly-mopped-tiled-floor counts as one (sorry if I gross you out…it was a recent reality of some mother *stares at feet*)..
..and more joy at some more beautiful moments such as hearing some groggy wishes of a happy mothers day, 6.05am, 6 mornings after the actual mothers day.
Well, here is to everyday of groggily serene or top-of-the-lungs celebrations of who we are and all we stand for.
Here is to more decades of boring chores spiced with headache-inducing shrieks of pure delight at the little pleasures only a mother can give.
Here is to all the amazing moms of biological, spiritual or adoptive bambinos out there who are trudging the path of love.
Here is to all the strong moms-in-waitings longing to hear some little ones groggily say..happy mothers day, even if it comes 6 days or 16 days after the actual celebration.
Because everyday should be mothers day, I choose to celebrate your strength, today.