First Mother's Day
Of course, before Anna, my family and I didn't celebrate Mother's (or Father's) Day because everyone knows that it is a construct of evil capitalism, designed to callously cash in on parental guilt and insecurities, and give the florists something to look forward to after the peak of Valentine's Day.
Now that I've had Anna, suddenly it seems like a sweet and loving thing to celebrate, and it's totally appropriate to respect the powerful and awesome role that mother's play all over the world.
My sister, who at last count has four children, must be feeling a tad confused because for some reason her kids have never engendered the need for a Mother's get together of the sort our family had yesterday. Maybe Anna's arrival has triggered a critical mass of squirming kiddies who justify a celebration. Maybe it was just a vague coincidence of timing and plans and good fortune. Maybe everyone felt the same way as me, and just needed any old excuse to get away from the madness of our four walls and descend on someone else's life for a while.
Whatever. We had a 'do', it was fun, we had nice food and good wine (Dad obviously felt it was a festive occasion as he broke out a couple of bottles, forgoing the Château de Cardboard!) and all kids were charming and well behaved. (This being the critical factor in any get together). I was a teensy bit nervous as my mother and my father and step-mother have been estranged for a good long number of years now and are only just getting back into each other's orbits (again courtesy of Anna), but it was brilliant. Nothing like time to wash away the water under some brand new bridges (I love a good mixed metaphor!)
My Mother's Day present from Anna was a cease fire from the terribly vile mood she has been in for the past three days, and another sharp little tooth. Now 'we' have two teeth, arriving at the textbook time of 7 months, and I am one smug mama....
Now that I've had Anna, suddenly it seems like a sweet and loving thing to celebrate, and it's totally appropriate to respect the powerful and awesome role that mother's play all over the world.
My sister, who at last count has four children, must be feeling a tad confused because for some reason her kids have never engendered the need for a Mother's get together of the sort our family had yesterday. Maybe Anna's arrival has triggered a critical mass of squirming kiddies who justify a celebration. Maybe it was just a vague coincidence of timing and plans and good fortune. Maybe everyone felt the same way as me, and just needed any old excuse to get away from the madness of our four walls and descend on someone else's life for a while.
Whatever. We had a 'do', it was fun, we had nice food and good wine (Dad obviously felt it was a festive occasion as he broke out a couple of bottles, forgoing the Château de Cardboard!) and all kids were charming and well behaved. (This being the critical factor in any get together). I was a teensy bit nervous as my mother and my father and step-mother have been estranged for a good long number of years now and are only just getting back into each other's orbits (again courtesy of Anna), but it was brilliant. Nothing like time to wash away the water under some brand new bridges (I love a good mixed metaphor!)
My Mother's Day present from Anna was a cease fire from the terribly vile mood she has been in for the past three days, and another sharp little tooth. Now 'we' have two teeth, arriving at the textbook time of 7 months, and I am one smug mama....
posted by Helen at 8:05 pm
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