People’s relationships with their mothers can spur a convoy of conversations. Some moms are cranky, some are just tired, some are go-go-go, some are flighty, some are distracted or bored. Some are just fine, some have left us. But these aren’t the usual things of hallmark. That’s the thing with family. It’s usually not simple. It’s not usually motherhood and apple pie.
More often its messy, with the laundry of unsaids and the you-used-to-bes all thrown in with current stories and various presumptions. But you can hope, that as the memory wringer churns, the appreciation and the understanding doesn’t shrink or discolour. Rather, it cleanses the dirty past, smoothes out the growing wrinkles and takes you out for lunch anyways.
Because Moms know you don’t like peanut butter on your sandwich, or speaking in public, or big drooling dogs, or socks with sandals. They know your stride and they chug alongside. So, hallmark or not, we can all use a good reminder. For the one that did all that laundry, taxied you around, kissed those scraped knees, tolerated your first crush and cried when you graduated. With all your dents, stains and sputters, she loved you anyways. She deserves a trunk-full of nods, hugs, cards, flowers or lunches…whatever might turn her crank.