Some Words Sunday–Mother’s Day

Running (cred. Dan Mabee)

Running (cred. Dan Mabee)

A shortish post today–it’s Mother’s Day in these parts.

Mother’s Day in our family is spent doing things for and with the Boodle.  It has been that way since I became a mother, and I have no interest in changing the pattern.

I became a mom through the Boodle’s presence in my life.  What better way to celebrate that fact (especially given the fun we have together)?

The truth is that I have a problem with any commercialized holiday, and Mother’s Day and Valentine’s Day fall just under Christmas and Halloween for commercialization in my book.  And at least All Hallow’s Eve and the Winter Solstice have some real historical precedence.

I’m not saying we shouldn’t celebrate motherhood, or fatherhood, or parenthood in general.  Honoring those we love is never a bad thing.  Setting aside a special day where people buy cards, take mom out to dinner and tell her how much they appreciate her sounds great in theory too.

I favor the longer term approach though.  Instead of cards and remembrances on a special day–leave me a solitary flower on my pillow unexpectedly, bring me my tea in the morning with a smile, or just come over and hugs me daily.

Oh, yeah…  my husband does most of that anyway.  He doesn’t leave the flowers, but the Boodle brings dandelion bouquets all year.  The hubby comes in while I’m working and rubs my shoulders and tells me I’m beautiful regularly.

Who needs Mother’s Day when one has all that?

Spring kittens

Spring kittens

Then there are those who have no concept of a special day for mothers.  It’s not a worldwide phenomenon, but I was thinking a bit more local… as in our deck.

See, we have outdoor cats.  You may have read some of Shan Jeniah‘s posts about her semi-feral cats.  Well, because of the winter ick and life happening here, we missed our chance to get their sister, Punkin, spayed in time.

It was actually quite funny when I found that out yesterday.  Creamsicle met me on the stairs,  all love and mews and leading, as she tried to lure me over to the nest, a “Come–come see the grandkids!”  Even Grandpa Beauty has been a lot more civil lately.

Punkin wanted none of it.  All wild animal instincts triggered by new motherhood, she hissed and yowled from behind to try to draw our attention to her and away from her babies.  Thing is, the silly girl made her nest right in front of the sliding glass door on the deck….

Just outside the window

Just outside the window

We moms are pretty funny sometimes.

ROW80 Check-in

After all that great news the last few check-ins, I almost feel depressed by this Sunday’s.  Of course, I spent two days driving out to Syracuse to spent time with family.  My grandmother turned 90 on Thursday.  My grandfather is in a nursing home (not quite on death watch but we know all the time we have with him is borrowed).   And the same ick and steady series of small calamities that kept me from getting our cat fixed in time also kept us from making the trip out (especially the ick, as Grandpa is on antibiotic therapy).

After a time, phone calls and letters just aren’t enough.

I did bring my laptop; I did get some editing done and I wrote some journal entries.  I didn’t write any new fiction at all.

Along the drive, I took time to stop off and see some new places that we usually don’t have time for during these trips.  Instead of the highway for the whole drive, I took rt. 5 from Canajoharie to Utica, and grabbed pictures along the way.   On the way home, I detoured down toward Fayetteville and passed by my Great-aunt Pearl‘s former house.

I even gathered up the courage to knock on the door of the lady who owns it now and introduced myself.  We had a wonderful talk, and in the way patterns repeat, I can see how she’s becoming much like my great-aunt once was.  I wonder if her brother has a daughter too…

Dungeon Office

Dungeon Office

I also took some time to hike the trails at Chittenango Falls and had supper in the “Dungeon” of Beardslee Castle.  Not much writing time, but lots of fodder for the future…  And despite the sitting and driving, I made my ROW80 Fitness goals for the week.  😀

I almost wanted to be depressed by the lack of writing, but… as you can see, I can’t.  It was a good week.

I hope whatever your Sunday brings you, it is good.


5 responses to “Some Words Sunday–Mother’s Day

  1. No fair posting pictures of those tiny little lovely (nieces? nephews?)….We are all full up on kitties, here. Achoo is currently in heat (inside, silly and safe), and I will be making an appointment for her and Srindi this week.

    I am with you on Mother’s Day (although the kids are easing out of a nocturnal part of their cycle, and are, at 8:30m, asleep, leaving me writing and Enterprise-watching quiet until Jim gets home in a couple of hours…

    Lise and I picked lilacs earlier in the week, and we have water after two days without (nothing serious – burst hose, big strong husband overtightened the primer bolt. Well man took his pay in purple lilacs!)

    Mother’s Day has become far sweeter since I let go of the expectation that I should be the center of attention. Still never an easy day, but far, far sweeter.

    Now, if Jim remebers to bring home that toilet paper we need, I’ll have all this mom could ask for! =D


    • Oh, we’re not going to ask you guys if you need kittens. There’s at least one niece in the batch though–one calico. The others, with that gorgeous grey fur…. I THINK I know who might be the daddy. Can’t do much about him–he’s not a stray, and he’s not our cat. Must deal with Punkin as soon as possible.

      I think Mother’s Day has too many demands on it… mostly because we’ve become accustomed to thinking that we’re entitled to special days or special things as a society. We’re not. Life just “is”, and that’s no bad thing. Nice things are nice, special things are special, and sometimes they don’t happen. But there is a lot beautiful out there to enjoy without the bonuses as long as we allow ourselves to see them.

      When we were out at Hoffman’s yesterday I saw a mother drag her son out of the park with a “This was supposed to be MY day and all you’ve done is ruin it by–” (I stopped listening by finding a decent corner out of the way of the sound). I was staggered. Of course, having only recently acquired the concept of special birthdays…

      Well, you probably can imagine how I felt. I’m really sorry that she wasn’t having fun, but from the sound of it, her son wasn’t having that much fun either. Broken…

      You know… I’ve had days like that, when all I could ask for fit along those lines. 😀


  2. i’m not keen on the comercial aspects of ‘special days’ – but I always gave my mother the best day i could – and once on my travels when i was looking after a child while her mother was away I received a card for ‘a lady like a mother’ which was cool:)

    We had a cat once who produced twn kittens a year – we kept the very last of the last litter but for ten years we found homes through a sec working in dad’s office (she must have known every cat lover in the Home Counties:) He would don is city clothes complete with rolled brolly, pick up the wicker cat basket and set off for the City (of London)to delive said kittens.

    This was back before pets were ‘done’ !


  3. that was supposed to say two litters a year:)


    • I know! 😀

      And yeah, it is commercial aspect of these holidays that gets to me the most. I have no problem with wanting to give or express love for family and friends at any time of the year.

      You managed to find homes for kittens that easily? Wow! It’s not likely to happen here. Punkin is still close to feral, so unless we intervene soon, the kittens won’t be socialized enough to make good pets.

      Thanks for stopping in, Alberta. How are the Seven Shawls coming? When you find a good design, please share… The hubby thinks it’s warm enough here–I’m still shivering.