In honor of Mother’s Day this coming Sunday, I’ve decided to have an Un-Mother’s Day Weekend. What is an Un-Mother’s Day Weekend you ask?
Over the last month or so, I’ve been tortured by all the commercials and advertising about Mother’s Day. It has really made me cranky (above my typical crankiness towards the end of the semester) and it has really been a constant reminder that my mom isn’t around. I’ve had the “Oh yes – thanks for the reminder. You know, just in case I forgot!”. And that isn’t a positive attitude to have. So I’ve decided to change that – and have an Un-Mother’s Day Weekend.
Mom wasn’t a fan of Mother’s Day weekend. She wasn’t interested in jewelry, make-up, perfume, flowers – or all the other girly stuff. The only gift fitting for Mom was a book since she loved to read. But gift buying got complicated because it was difficult to find a book Mom hadn’t read yet. Mom would read everything she could get her hands on. Since she often had sleeping problems, she would stay up reading into the wee morning hours. Her constant reading gained her a lot of knowledge. She could talk about politics, history, religion, philosophy, and art for hours. She won people’s hearts over with her smarts.
But since Mom hated Mother’s Day, we never really did anything “special”. We just treated it like a normal day. We never went out because of the crowds and if we watched TV, it was always on something like the History Channel, A&E, or PBS. Once in a while, we would enjoy an episode or two of Frasier or Will and Grace. Our shows either made us laugh or they made us think – and we always had some sort of calorie-filled snack like candy or ice cream.
So my Un-Mother’s Day weekend will consist of just remembering my mom – for everything that she was. Yes, my mom is gone. But why do I have to sit here and feel sorry for myself? It won’t do me any good.
And I can just hear Mom’s voice in the back of my head, “When one adventure ends, another one begins – so stop complaining before I give you something to complain about!”. And we were Intrepid Explorers.
Mom would be fine with my Un-Mother’s Day Weekend. She was a natural rebel and hated to follow the “beaten path”. She pushed me to explore outside of my comfort zone, to stand up for what is right even when it isn’t easy to do so, to always ask questions and then ask some more questions, and to never be afraid of the next adventure on the horizon.