The Mother’s Day Blues

Over the years I have come to the realization about myself that my anticipation of an event leads to a swift and sure downhill slide after the event is over. First communion, dance recitals, school plays whatever, always left me feeling a little blue when they were over. I remember crying for days after the prom was over because… it was over. My wedding and childbirth experiences were even worse. I read somewhere that there is a mental health term for that but I can’t seem to find it on line.

Mother’s Day and my birthday are within weeks of each other and have the potential for being hazardous to my disposition so I have chosen over the years to downplay them big time. Luckily I still have my own mom around and my sister and I can make the day about her instead of about us, which is how it should be. We plan to take her out to eat just the three of us with a few niceties to go with it.

When my kids asked me what I wanted for mother’s day I said I wanted the downstairs totally cleaned up, dusted, swept and mopped, I want all the pots and pans cleaned and put away, and if the laundry got folded that would be great. If they got even half of that done, I would be one happy camper. It won’t cost them anything, and I can ask for a redo for my birthday in a couple of weeks.

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