A Note From Our Author

“Mother's Day Memories”

The first few years we had children, my husband agonized over Mother’s Day.  Each year he would stress over how to make it a special day not only for me but his mother and even my mother. He would plan a dinner for all of us that he would promise to orchestrate; yet it would inevitably end up with me cooking and usually cleaning up as well. It’s not that he intended it to be that way, it’s just he had this expectation of what Mother’s Day was supposed to be, how it used to be, and it never quite was the same. I guess we all have those memories of celebrating with mom. I remember when I was growing up my father would always come home with a corsage for my mother and we would go out to brunch.  Today, my idea of the perfect Mother’s Day is spending the day with my mother going to a spa, having lunch, and doing some window-shopping. It’s not that I don’t love my children, but since I’m with them 364 days of the year, it’s the one day I’d like to have the luxury of sleeping late, reading the Sunday New York Times, and pampering myself. My best friend told me every year for Mother’s Day she sends her husband out with the children and then she spends the entire day planting outside. It gives her a sense of accomplishment to see something grow. My cousin feels the same way. She just had her second child six weeks premature. While the baby is doing quite well, my cousin will be spending her Mother’s Day in the NICU feeding her little girl and helping her grow.