When I was a child I bought my mom lots of presents. I got it in my head that she liked roses, and she liked earrings, so I bought her earrings shaped like roses for like six years, for every Mother’s Day and Christmas starting when I was about 6. And like a good sport she wore them.
But I made the effort.
My kids don’t really. I need to remind them to get something for Daddy for Father’s Day, or for Christmas. But Keith often forgets to take the initiative to get them to get me anything, so quite often on Mother’s Day I don’t get a present.
Now I’m not really into presents. I don’t actually like people spending money on junk for me, because I don’t need any more junk. But I wouldn’t mind a poem or a picture or something that took some effort.
I think the reason that I was so into presents as a child was because I was an only child and my mother was a single mother. I knew that if I didn’t get her anything, no one else would. It was my responsbility. And I felt it heavily even at 6.
But my kids don’t have that same feeling. They know that Daddy and I will come through and do the shopping in the end, so they just wait to be reminded. In a way it’s a good thing, because they’re not taking on an adult role. But in another way, I just wish that they would think of more things for me!
Is that selfish? I hope not. I do love my kids, and they really are awesome kids. I have absolutely nothing to complain about. But I don’t always enjoy Mother’s Day, because we make a fuss over my mother and my mother-in-law, but rarely does anyone make a fuss over me.
Okay, now I’ve got myself in a funk. Somebody get me out of it!