Mother’s Day is almost here. Jewelry, flowers, breakfast in bed (as long as it is served after 10am), and a day reserved for my wife to do whatever it is she would like to do. She has earned it. She has earned it and more.
Her life revolves around our children (I fell off that list a long time ago). Her love, it could go without being said, is endless for our girls. She lights up even after a long stressful day of work when she sees them. And while I could go on with the words about how wonderful a mother she is (and she truly is), I thought, before she got home from work, I would let it up to our girls come up with their own words to explain why, on this Mother’s Day, we celebrate their Mommy.
Emma (our 5 year old).
“So what makes Mommy so special? Emma….Emma!” I know they love their mother but I need a crowbar to pry them away from the Suite Life on Deck.
“What makes Mommy so special to you?”
“I don’t know?”
“Is there something she does that you like?”
“Ummm, she does nice stuff for us.”
“Ok. Anything else?”
“She feeds us dinner and she’s helpful. She lies in bed with us at night and she does nice things. Oh, Daddy, did you know her favorite color is green and mine is purple?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Did you know she makes awesome food?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“She does. And sometimes she makes our beds. I’m going to make her breakfast. I love her.”
Hannah (our 8 year old).
“Hannah.” Nothing but a blank zombie like stare at the television. I begin contemplating if I should throw something at her head.
“Turn off that TV would you?”
“But Daddy, I want to watch this episode!” An episode she is reciting the words to right now.
“I want to know what makes Mommy so special to you.”
“She cooks for me. She works at the school for us. She tries to play with us when she can. She buys nice clothes for us.”
“Ok. That’s good. Anything else?”
“She makes us look nice and I love her.”
I tried to prompt them in to saying something else. I guess I was looking for something profound? Something that would really strike a chord. Something you might see in the pages of Reader’s Digest or a Parenting magazine. I wanted their words to really express how they felt about their Mommy. How she is a true inspiration and role model to them. How she loves them so much it hurts. How she would give up anything she has to give to them. Instead they ignored me and I stopped trying for a sound bite.
But instead of words, I see my girls run to the door when their mom gets home for work, hardly able to contain their excitement until she walks through the door. I see them light up as much as their mom does when they are in her company. They call for her to sit next to them even when I’m sitting right next to the both of them (they are more than ready to push me out-of-the-way). I see them curl up to her content and perfectly happy to be laying their heads on her lap.
I guess the words I was hoping to find weren’t really necessary to say. The kids “say” it all everyday.
Happy Mother’s Day Mommy.
Love, Hannah and Emma