Wednesday - May 19, 2010
This past Mother’s Day really had me appreciating all the things my wife does as a mother of two children. It made me realize that women are not just the nurturers of offspring - they are the mothers of everything. I think it’s a kind of love unique to them from which everyone benefits.
They don’t see what they do as work, rather as a means of caring for others. I was exposed to the very low end of that dynamic scale when my wife asked if I would take care of purchasing all the Mother’s Day cards for our family. She was busy caring for her mom, so of course I said yes.
She sincerely asked me to make sure I shopped for meaningful cards and not to just stop off at a convenience store and buy whatever cards they had from a probable choice of three. Although that’s probably what I would have done, I told her I was kind of insulted. This was going to be easy.
Then she proceeded to tell me for whom I needed to buy cards. First there were cards for both our mothers. Then we needed a Grandma and Nana card for our mothers from our kids. We needed aunty cards from our kids. She wanted cards for our respective sisters and sisters-in-law.
That didn’t include the cards I needed to buy for my wife from me or a card from each of our kids to their mother. I didn’t have a calculator, but I ended up having to buy somewhere between 9 and 100 cards. Oh yeah, and she wanted me to buy a bunch of “Thank You” cards.
When I got to the Mother’s Day card racks at the stationery store, the people were three deep for the length of the entire rack. I felt like I was waiting for a space at the urinal trough in the men’s bathroom at Aloha Stadium during halftime of the Pro Bowl. I finally managed to muscle in, but found my selections were less than a convenience store. I literally had to fight for every card and, in keeping to my word, made sure they didn’t have generic messages. I found myself battling this one particular woman who kept snatching every card I was about to pick.
We had words, but then I remembered she was probably a mother. I backed off and apologized, but she wasn’t buying it. She then handed me a Mother’s Day card saying, “That’s for you.” I looked at her and said, “I’m not a mother.” She replied, “I beg to differ.”
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