{"id":2175,"date":"2011-05-08T08:24:02","date_gmt":"2011-05-08T15:24:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/?p=2175"},"modified":"2025-11-02T21:03:37","modified_gmt":"2025-11-03T04:03:37","slug":"mothers-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/?p=2175","title":{"rendered":"Mother’s Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

Contrived holidays are annoying.\u00a0 I get the feeling they are ideally for those who are NOT dealing with the object of the contrivance on a daily basis.\u00a0 In other words, if you’re estranged from your parent (or whoever) this little day gives you a chance to remedy the situation.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

But to those who have children and are MOM every moment of the day, Mother’s Day is a day to receive the forced art your little monkeys did at school.\u00a0 Now sometimes that is freakin ADORABLE!\u00a0 But sometimes its just more annoying clutter you HAVE to keep.\u00a0\u00a0 (Now where do I put THIS!)<\/strong> Before I was a Mom, this contrived holiday meant one day to focus on my mother.\u00a0 Now it’s celebrate her and then celebrate me… so its much more a job.\u00a0 Like I said…. annoying.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

And I work with my mother.\u00a0 I talk to her almost every day, both on personal stuff and work stuff. \u00a0 I keep her organized, I’m one of her sounding boards, I’m there for her just like she’s there for me.\u00a0 So we don’t need a special day to express how much we appreciate each other.\u00a0 So the conversation goes like this…<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

ME: \u00a0 Mom, want me to come over on Sunday?\u00a0 Do something for Mother’s Day?<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

MOM:\u00a0 Um, well, actually I want to sit with my editor and see if we can hammer out the last hour of the DVD..\u00a0 Get that DONE!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

ME:\u00a0 Sounds perfect! <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Don’t get me wrong.\u00a0 My mother was a fantastic Mom, which is kinda amazing considering HER mother sucked at the job.\u00a0 So my mother ended up trying to mother herself and her 5 younger siblings.\u00a0 Was she a perfect Mom?\u00a0 No way.\u00a0 We’re all flawed, its what makes us so unique.\u00a0\u00a0 But she loved uninhibitedly.\u00a0 We were the pure beings who she could finally pour out all her love to.\u00a0 And we thrived on it.\u00a0 Not only that, all three of us emulated it for the most part.\u00a0 We adore our kids and don’t hold back the affection.\u00a0 Are we good disciplinarians?\u00a0 Hell yes, cuz that’s part of the loving.<\/strong> Are we perfect parents?\u00a0 Hell no cuz that’s not part of reality! <\/strong><\/p>\n

But I’ve always told my Mother that I KNEW I’d be a good mother\u00a0 I just always knew it.\u00a0 And on Mother’s Day, I tell her that’s because I had a great teacher at mothering.\u00a0 My real pride is watching her Mother her students at USC.\u00a0 Watching her Mother each patient she sees in her Pediatric practice, showing the new Mom’s how easy it can be.\u00a0 I more than love my Mother, I admire her.<\/strong><\/p>\n


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And ironically I don’t have my kids this weekend, this Mother’s Day weekend.\u00a0 Will by ex prompt my boys to call me?\u00a0 Well, he didn’t a month ago when it was my birthday!\u00a0 So I hold out little hope they’ll remember its Mother’s Day and call me. <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Am I sad about that?\u00a0 Not really.\u00a0 It’s just a day. \u00a0 I know how much my children love me.\u00a0 I get it every time I pick them up on my Friday.\u00a0 Intense hugs and “I MISSED you, Mom!!” greet me.\u00a0 And I get it every Thursday that they go back to their fathers’. \u00a0 “Wow.. time at your house, Mom,\u00a0 goes by twice as fast as at Dad’s!” <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Of course, maybe what they are missing is less “ME” and more, my cooking, their own rooms, the comfort of the house they grew up in, and an active parent who makes them do homework and quizzes them on multiplication tables!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Well, maybe not that LAST part!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Happy Mother’s Day!
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