Is it an over commercialised retail opportunity? Or is it a long standing tradition that’s evolving over time, which puts a mark in the sand – setting out a pre-determined day which reminds us as a community to stop for a moment and give thanks to someone who is so constant, so necessary, that they’re usually taken for granted.
As a child, Mother’s day is a meaningful opportunity for me to thank my mother – to show my love and appreciation in a way that is more personal to us and our special relationship than other more public occasions like her birthday would allow.
As a mother, I’ve always said to my girls that it’s how they are everyday that counts – not tokens of ‘love’ at Christmas, birthdays or other special occasions – but their love that shines through the constant, supportive, very close relationship that we have. But it is still very special for that bond to be formally appreciated.
Like many others, I expect, I’ve spent the last 2 or 3 weeks stopping at every sight of Mother’s Day cards to browse the selection and see if I could find the right one for my mother… to no avail. So yesterday, as the final attempt before resorting to a home made card, I went to ‘The Card Shop’ on the high road. It didn’t disappoint – a whole wall from top to bottom of every kind of Mother’s Day card you could imagine – funny, cultural, irreverent, soppy, traditional and less so – even some for ‘Single Mum’…
The shop was packed – literally. One could say ‘typical, everyone leaving it to the last minute‘ – but there was a strikingly positive, thoughtful atmosphere in there – people of all ages, from all walks of life, quietly taking their time to really go through the massive array of cards. Quiet contemplation – focus on finding the right one for each mother in mind. A tall guy in a hoodie next to me started a long range conversation with his friend at the other end of the shop ‘Oi – did u see the words in this one?’ … back came the response… ‘I liked the picture in the one above but I’m looking for betta words…’ Everyone else carried on searching – then happily joined the long queue to pay – visibly content, feeling good that they’d got the card that said whatever it was they wanted to say to their mum… this was no quick dash in last minute desperation for an empty ‘token’.
I found a perfect card for my mother. It was a ‘thank you’ card. It said, in a more pink and fluffy way than would be acceptable on any other day of the year – exactly what i wanted to say… not just have a great mothers day, but thank you… for all the good thoughts, intentions, love, for always being there and for all the inspiration.
‘If you have a mom, there is nowhere you are likely to go where a prayer has not already been’. Robert Brault
You don’t really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around — and why his parents will always wave back. William D. Tammeus
I treasure my mother’s day gifts – a huge surprise bouquet of my favourite white flowers delivered in a big box and left on the doorstep by the courier yesterday from Jassi. A carefully chosen and very unusual, densely written card from Holly. And a ‘surrogate mother’s day present’ of a facemask kit from a friend who is staying here at the moment. All perfect presents, chosen with care, so warmly given and received .
According to the African proverb, ‘it takes a whole village to raise a child’ –
‘A mother is not a person to lean on, but a person to make leaning unnecessary.’ Dorothy Canfield Fisher.