Several Truths And One Big Lie About Mother’s Day

I did not have an excellent Mother’s Day. I’m not saying that to make my family feel bad or shame anyone. I’m saying that because there’s a pretty good chance YOU didn’t have an excellent Mother’s Day either and I want you to know you’re not alone. Those perfect, smiling, happy families on Instagram and Twitter probably didn’t have flawless Mother’s Days either. They might have had a very nice day. A spectacular day. But it was not perfect – perfect is the lie. Kids – even kids big enough to understand the concept of Mother’s Day – don’t stop being kids just because it’s the second Sunday in May. Not once has saying “But it’s Mother’s Day!!” to a tantruming child solved the problem. They do not suddenly stop being tired or hungry or frustrated and pull a bouquet of flowers out from behind their back and say “Oh dear mother, I had simply forgotten! Shall I fetch you a coffee or a glass of wine?” If that is your life, Mother’s Day or not, I hate you.

The problem as I see it is that Mother’s Day is supposed to be Special and things that are supposed to be Special just lead to disappointment. That is why women become bridezillas about their One Special  Wedding Day and freak out that every single second doesn’t go according to plan. The pressure of that ONE DAY is just too much. Mother’s Day is the ONE DAY a year we are supposed to be indulged and pampered and appreciated above ALL the other days. Sleeping in and breakfast in bed and champagne brunch and a family picnic and a manicure and a relaxing nap and romantic Sunset Dinner Cruises and a thoughtful gift and a homemade card and flowers and a bottle of wine. If you family really loves you, they will do all of that. Except no, they won’t. And even if you don’t really need them to…even if you try really really hard to keep your expectations super low…even if you say “I will be happy if all I get is a card the kids made at school”…it’s hard to stare into the face of social expectations and be OK with not having a perfect day.

I actually would have had a pretty good Sunday if it had just been a Sunday. I got to lie in bed for an extra hour. My husband picked up lunch for all of us. I got to buy and plant flowers with the kids. And we finished the day by having s’mores for dinner on the newly cleaned patio. But I also did laundry and dishes and changed diapers and made decisions (ugh, DECISIONS) and dealt with tantrums and took the kids with me to run errands and bought paper towels. I really didn’t want to have to buy paper towels on Mother’s Day.

Let me tell you what I really want for Mother’s Day. I want to be a dad on a regular Sunday. I’m making generalizations here for the sake of simplicity, but in my social circle moms are almost always the default parent; the one the kids go to first for everything no matter who is closer/more available at that moment. On Mother’s Day, I want to be the dad. The fun parent. I want to say “Everyone jump in the car, we’re getting ice cream!” and not worry about if it’s too close to dinner or if we need to stop at the grocery store later to pick up stuff for school lunch the next day. The fun parent pees alone. The fun parent has time to read a book or a magazine or the back of a cereal box without being interrupted. The fun parent doesn’t always have one ear open for children’s whines or screams or cries or problems or squabbles 24 hours a day. The fun parent says “We’re out of mustard” into the fridge and, magically, mustard appears 24 hours later.

And then MAYBE on Mother’s Day all of us default parents will get a card and a bouquet and a nap not because it’s our One Special Day but because the fun parent wants to do something to acknowledge being a mom is kind of a tough job.

But since I am not a monster, I did in fact enjoy many parts of my Mother’s Day. The big kids – Caroline especially – remembered it was Mother’s Day and reminded me constantly I was supposed to be having The Best Mother’s Day Ever. There were s’mores. And now whenever we sit on the front steps for the bus we can admire the flowers we planted, together.

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8 Responses to “Several Truths And One Big Lie About Mother’s Day”

  1. Shelley says:

    Hey I don’t post comments often but I have been following you since you were pregnant with Caroline (and I was pregnant with my daughter). These posts are the reason I still follow your blog, and hardly any of the others I used to read. I love how you spell out all the moments of being a parent – good and bad and mediocre, funny and annoying, sad and amazing. I also went shopping, made lunch and babysat while my husband went out for drinks on mothers day – but I also had a good day too. Keep up the great blogging thank you!!

    • bebehblog says:

      Thank you Shelley, I really, really appreciate that. I miss this sort of everyday life blogging sometimes, but life with 3 kids often gets in the way of getting my thoughts into a post. Thank you for sticking with me anyway!

  2. Hadyn says:

    Hi Suzanne,

    I found you through reading Jill’s Baby Rabies blog when you had just had Caroline. I have never commented before but I wanted to thank you for this post! I agree with Shelley; so many blogs I’ve read over the years have become advertisements and it’s so wonderful to see these thoughtful posts and posts about real life with kids which keep me coming back.

  3. Lauren says:

    This is 100% true. After Sunday I uninstalled FB from my phone bc I was so tired of all the Mother’s Day posts that just made me feel bad.

    But this statement “The fun parent says “We’re out of mustard” into the fridge and, magically, mustard appears 24 hours later.” – IS SO TRUE. How they never make the connection on these things kills me. Like, I don’t know, maybe you could have mentioned this two days ago when I went to the store OR you could go get it. But no. The mustard fairy appears.

  4. Robyn says:

    Perfect post. I agree with all of it. I was told by my husband to go take a rest upstairs while he worked on some stuff on the deck outside and was watching the kids. I was approached not even 15 minutes later to get someone water. when I asked why she didn’t ask Daddy, she said he was busy. Like he didn’t even know she needed water…was neither asked about it nor paying attention enough to notice that she walked right past him and came inside to ask me, lol! I frequently tell him the next time we have kids I want to be the dad.

  5. Jessica says:

    laughing so hard that you said you wanted to be a Dad on a regular Sunday. on Mother’s Day I posted on Facebook, “all I want for Mother’s Day is to be a Dad.” love your blog! our third babies are about a month apart so I especially enjoy Linc posts!

  6. Amy says:

    Thanks for this post! I had literally the worst Mother’s Day with puking and diarrhea in 15 – 30 min intervals all day. While I was indisposed my husband came in to the bathroom to yell at me why I wasn’t coming out to feed our 17 mth old his lunch. Sigh. I wanted to kick him in the balls. Oh and I’m 12 weeks pregnant.

  7. Sara says:

    I’m not a mother but I want to tell you that as a childfree person I admire all mothers, I don’t think it’s your fault when your kids have meltdowns in supermarkets, I like having a baby next to me in the plane because they are usually cute and I have earplugs anyway, and I wish I wish I wish it were easier to have equal parenting in this “developed world”.

    Those flower pictures are adorable.

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