Here's my Mother's Day post, a littlw early but I have a busy Friday and weekend ahead of me. Enjoy!
Anna M. Jarvis is who we have to thank for the celebration of Mother's Day. Back in 1907 she proposed a day set aside for children to pay tribute to their mothers. Miss Jarvis so missed her beloved mother she petitioned tirelessly for seven years to create the national holiday. She arranged a special memorial service to be held for her mother and provided five hundred carnations - her mothers favorite flower - as corsages. Finally on May 8, 1914, Woodrow Wilson declared Mother's Day a national holiday. Thank you Miss Jarvis.
I must admit that growing up as a child I rarely remembered my mother with a gift on mothers day. Yes, I faithfully made the card my teacher required and graded me on, I picked flowers in the yard and made paper chains with " I Love You" written in crayon: but I don't remember going out and actually purchasing a gift. One year when I was about 6, I remember opening a box of Cracker Jacks: I gleefully opened the small white paper prize package to discover a miniature suitcase. I put a special note inside and a peanut ( I didn't like the peanuts back then) and gave it to my mother. I can still remember the wonderful surprised look on her face. She made it seem like I had just given her the Hope Diamond.
Before I had children of my own the thought of my mother having no store bought gift on Mother's Day from me to open literally made tears well up in my eyes. You see my mother passed away from aggressive breast cancer when I was only 13 and she a very young 42. It wasn't until I had children of my own that I realized I had probably given her the greatest gift: my time, my innocence and my sheer love. Through the years I have received many gifts on Mother's Day, but the ones I remember the most are the hand-made ones. The clay cup from Timmy, the hand-made earrings from Sarah. The Polaroid of Timmy holding the "Happy Mother's Day" sign that hangs in my closet by the light switch so I can see it everyday. There are a couple of cards the kids made me in school that I will hold on to forever. I laugh out loud whenever I pull them out. When prompted by the question " I love my mother because: Sarah answers " she does the dishes". Don't get me wrong, I also remember the first gifts they purchased for me on their own without prompting from their father. From Sarah, a recipe book and Timmy, Lindor Truffles and what has become my favorite soap. But it is those hand made ones I know I will hang on to forever.
Through the years my husband has done an outstanding job of purchasing Mother's Day gifts for me from our children. But it really hasn't been his job. You see he has a mother, a wonderful one, and it is his job to make sure she is honored and remembered on that day. It is a far better gesture for him to remember his mother than expecting her daughter-in-law to do it. It makes me love him more because of it and he sets a good example for his own son. I owe a lot to my mother-in-law, she raised a small boy into a wonderful man who would eventually become my husband. Thank you Rita!
In honor of all those wonderful hand made gifts I decided to make my own Mother's day gifts this year. For my mother, a scrap book page. I love this picture of my mother. I cropped the original photo of my mother and father on their first date, sitting at a dimly lit table as a restaurant photographer snapped the picture. My mother looks so glamorous with her hair slicked back, impeccable black beaded dress and chic patent black box purse. It has a certain French flair to it even though the photo was taken in Los Angeles.
For my mother-in-law Rita, a crown which reads "Dear Mother". I know what you are saying, I am contradicting myself. I shouldn't be making my mother-in-law's gift. Well my answer is I didn't have to do it, I wanted to.
So this year I am forgoing the hoopla since I am receiving the best gift of all. My son Timmy will be returning home from college on May 9th, just in time for me to hug him on Mother's Day. My daughter Sarah's Prom is on the 9th as well and I will be spending the day with her, helping her get ready. What a wonderful memory for both of us.
I have decided that from now on it is the intangibles I will seek on Mother's Day. An act of kindness, a visit or letter. A small gift to show first and foremost remembrance, nothing lavish. Brunch with my family and my favorite cake is how I will spend this Mother's Day and that is just fine with me.
Now just for fun;)
My mother-in-law Rita with my husband Tim in her arms, can you believe she was only 20, and she already had Kevin, my husbands older brother. Love the glasses Rita!
My mother with my older sisters Gina on the left and Julie in the center. She was pregnant with my other sister Carolina. This photo was taken at MacArthur Park in LA.