Now before you think this guy's has actually forgotten Mother's Day, I do realize what day it is. I could write something here about my mother or about my wife who is, admittedly, not my mother, but is my kid's mother (and a darn good one). Either way they will both read this post and anything I would write about either of them has the potential to come back and haunt me. In the first place my wife has told me not to write any thing in this blog about her, so obviously writing this in my blog about her is a problem from the get-go. In my own defense she also says I never listen to her and this is evidence to support that, so she might be okay with it because it is proving her correct. With that being said, has anyone dealt with insurance companies lately? Just kidding, I am going to write a little about Mother's Day and suffer what ever consequence may come.
Before I got married, Mother's Day was always a time I thought of as a day to celebrate my mom. Now, if you were to talk to my mom she may not remember all the great stuff I did as a kid on Mother's Day. Her lack of memory may be due to the fact that, well, I didn't do a lot for my Mom on M.D. In my own defense I was young, broke and of the belief that a home made card of macaroni was pretty cool.
I know now, as an adult (and I figured this out when I was twenty one or so), that this way of thinking, especially about the macaroni card, just didn't cut it any more so I graduated to flowers instead. Let me just say up front that I had no idea what hay fever was. Evidently, as I found out later, my mother suffered from hay fever and we are not talking about regular old seasonal hay fever but the knock you down, feel like crap, need shots from the doctor kind of hay fever. Does anyone see where I am going with this? Yes, I was directly responsible for making my mother sick every Mother's Day and when you factor in my brothers and sister, my mother was barely able to get out of bed on Mother's Day and if you include the grandchildren now, I'm surprised she hasn't run away from home (which she did once, to Hawaii, but that's a different post). So for my mom Mother's Day apparently turned into a an exercise in trying to breath.
As for my wife; as I stated before she is not my mother although admittedly she may argue that point (not about being my mother but having to act like one, especially when I'm sick). Over the years my wife has been instrumental in not only raising our children to be great people but in also assuring their survival in the face of well, me. Now I don't want anyone to think that I was, or am, an abusive parent, let's just say that I have different 'buttons' than my wife and the kids learned early where they were. My wife knows where my 'off switch' is and she knows how to use it. Anyway, this women I am married to has become an expert in everything kids. She remembers every birthday, anniversary, middle name, actual ages and the list goes on and on. Now before one of you think to yourself that this is no big deal keep in mind that there are four kids and eleven grand kids and if you think it sounds easy try it! So I buy her gifts every Mother's Day, not only to show her how much I truly appreciate her and all she does, but also to reinforce her behavior because if I have to start remembering all this stuff all I can say is I hope everyone likes macaroni cards...
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