I do not want a Vacuum or a Moo-Moo
Motherhood has many special gifts---but for some reason our Mother's Day Gifts are always for doing something for others?
Why do Mom's get shorted for Mother's Day?
After I put the kids to bed for the 17th time the Monday prior to Mother’s Day Weekend, I took a seat at the kitchen table and finally had a moment to look through the newspaper (what was left of it after my husband disassembled it). Same old, same old… There were some events, and at those events some people got into trouble. Nothing new, and not much exciting. As I was attempting to fold the paper and place it into a nice organize pile of trash to be-the weekly grocery store ad, as well as Target Ad fell from the stack. MOTHER’S DAY! SAVE BIG! I thought, hmmm? Is there something that I should be saving big on this mother’s day? I wondered if it was appropriate to buy myself a nice Mother’s Day Gift, and act surprised when I unwrapped it on Sunday. The contemplation was brief, leaving rather quickly as I noticed what the sale was advertising for MOTHER”S DAY.
For Father’s Day, we see ads for Dad. These ads are Manly Man things, like Hunting Accessories, Tools, Car Accessories, and stuff that will make him look good and smell good. I would consider each of the options available for a Father’s Day Gift as things that Dad would enjoy having, using or doing. Am I right?Now someone please answer me this, why does Mom get short changed for Mother’s Day? I mean really? The advertisements I saw for Mom were exactly this; Pots-Pans and other junk to cook with- Vacuums- Brooms and Mops- Rubbermaid Storage Bins- and a Night Gown very similar to a Moo-Moo. First off, what is it about any one of these Mother’s Day gifts that screams, ‘Modern Day-Working-Mom- I Love You and Appreciate You’?
Mom has been there, even when you wished she wasn't...Tell her thank you!
The definition of Modern Day Mom
These days, being a Mom has a new definition. Just in case you have yet to read it, let me paraphrase my own definition for you. It is a complex definition, for Mom is a complex word which represents a complex individual.
A three letter word, short for MOTHER. Meaning; the creator of life. One whom nurtures shows undying support, one whom is made to sacrifice mind, body and sometimes Justified or sane thinking for the ones whom she births.
Also meaning; never again first on her own priority list-unforeseen talents such as; seeing behind her head-knowing when something is wrong, without having to be told, healing kiss, soft heart which is broken repeatedly.
When a mother you must give constantly, despite the fact that you are never given back what you give. You must have the ability to see the truth behind bad behavior-and always hold love within your heart. You must CARE-LOVE-SUPPORT-RENDER TO-FORGIVE-SACRIFICE FOR-LOSE SLEEP OVER and/or FOR-TO GIVE IN TO A SIZE THAT IS NOT WHAT YOU HAD PREVIOUSLY BELIEVED WAS AN APPROPRIATE SIZE/WEIGHT/AND SHAPE FOR YOUR BODY-PUT ASIDE YOUR DREAMS FOR YOURSELF AND FOCUS ON DREAMS FOR SOMEONE ELSE.
As a Mom, you are now a maid, accountant, taxi cab service, punching bag, crying shoulder, symbol of strength and giver of hope and encouragement.
You must always be prepared with the correct reaction.
You must be okay with being told I HATE YOU, and respond with, THAT IS OKAY> BECAUSE I STILL LOVE YOU. You will do and say what you know hurts, because you know it is the right thing to do and we know it is for their own good.
It is a guarantee that you will make them cry-just as they will make you cry.
You are expected to lead by example and teach what you know of this world. You must also realize, that you will learn far more about life, yourself and what is important, from your children-than they will learn from you.
Being a Mom is something we are all afraid to fail at
Don't you even consider it...
With all that being said about women whom, work year after year 24/7, when they are sick-tired-sad and hurt-the question at hand is now…what makes the Marketing and Advertising for major retailers across the United States and probably the world believe that with all that a Mother does every day of every year, a vacuum is an appropriate token of love and appreciation?
I am sorry…I love my children, but if I have a day that is dedicated to me for the single fact that I am a Mother I would like something which is not a tool which is meant for chores or an addition to an undesired fashion wardrobe. I don’t feel obligated to use my gift on My day to do something that I am obligated to do the other 364 days a year. Don’t buy me dishes…I don’t want to cook today…Don’t buy me a stinking vacuum, teach yourself how to use one-then use it…I don’t want a washer or dryer, how about the entire family do their own freaking laundry for a change… I don’t want a gift card to a store that I will end up dragging the kids into, spend the entire balance on stuff for them just so they stop screaming long enough for me to try on a pair of shoes I end up not purchasing… Don’t buy me a spa day, because odds are the favor I will end up having to do so I can actually get out of here to go to the spa, won’t be worth the ½ ass massage the therapist gives, because after all it is a gift card and she already assumes you won’t tip when you turned down the manicure they offered for an addition $10. And if anyone dares to buy me a stinking Moo-Moo, you will see the wrath of Mom overshadow your next 3 birthdays and Christmas’s…Because don’t you forget, Mother remembers everything!
If you really want to know what I want on Mother’s Day? I don’t want to wait on my family or to have the stress of finding somewhere to go and something to do if I leave the house in an attempt to get some alone time… Truth is, I want for everyone else to leave, and when they return not to expect that I spot cleaned the house for their arrival, only so it can be trashed before the days end. That is what I want-to be alone to do something or nothing with no one asking for anything and no one giving dirty looks for being told no. That is right, on Mother’s Day, what Mom really wants is a little ‘her’ time and virtually, time off from being a Mom. Not too much time, of course, it is our favorite Job after all, but a weekend alone should be sufficient time which is long overdue, much needed, and a well-deserved break from Motherhood and all that is connected to the title (see above-definition of MOM).
If you really want to buy pots and pans or a MOO MOO---go ahead and buy them, knowing that they will be used against you by the most caring and loving woman you know… MOM (because she hasn’t always been a mother-she use to be a woman deserving of flowers, jewelry and vacations).
This is a day for Mom, and she deserves it...
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY, TO EVERY WOMAN THAT DESERVES MORE THAT A BLENDER AND MOP FOR HER SPECIAL DAY! TRUST ME, I AM FEELING YOU- REGARDLESS, HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY, BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT FOR WHO YOU ARE TO YOUR CHILDREN.
Forever and Ever and Always
How long has it been since you told your mother, I love you and thank you for loving me?
To Mother with Love From You and Amazon.com
Because not everyone knows the perfect thing to say to express how much we love our mothers...
Simply beautiful... There is nothing not to love about this
Pretty as a picture and perfect for your mother (or the mother of your children)... Buy this-not a frying pan!
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