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Recently, I found myself watching “The Little Mermaid” for what feels like the hundredth time. Surprisingly, it was my first viewing in years, yet it still captivated me just as it did in the ’80s. My favorite line is when Ariel sings, “I’ve got gadgets and gizmos aplenty, I’ve got whosits, and whatsits galore. Thingamabobs? I’ve got twenty! But, who cares? No big deal, I want more…” This makes me think about how all the material possessions in the world can’t compare to the deeper joys of life. With Mother’s Day approaching, I’ve realized that I don’t need more trinkets or even a new pair of shoes (even if mine do ache). What I really crave is a metaphorical 5-star Yelp review on my “Mommy Page.”
Let me elaborate. Recently, I took a road trip with my adult daughter, and it turned into a profound experience for me. During our six-hour journey, she reminisced, “Remember the time…” and recounted an abstract conflict resolution technique I had shared with her when she was just nine years old. To my surprise, she remembered the exact scenario that inspired it. “Oh, I use it all the time, Mom!” she exclaimed. In a world where we often focus on our mistakes, hearing her recall that small lesson was incredibly uplifting.
Earlier that day, she had also mentioned the “criss-cross” cookies we used to bake together and the songs we sang while making them. While that was sweet, nothing compared to her acknowledgment of a long-forgotten piece of wisdom I had imparted.
As Mother’s Day draws nearer, I can’t help but think about the consumerism that surrounds it. Every year, my children ask what I want, and I usually direct them toward yet another set of pajamas or maybe some bubble bath (which is funny since I rarely have time to relax, let alone sleep). This year, however, I want to take a different route. What I truly desire is for my kids to share a cherished memory from their childhood over brunch.
I’d love to hear about:
- An extravagant party I threw for them
- Times I showed them mercy when they didn’t deserve it
- Instances where I saved them from mistakes
- Holiday traditions that still resonate with them
While I reminisced about my own sacrifices as a mother, I realized that it wasn’t my responsibility to catalog those memories; that’s for my children to do. I often reflect on the wonderful things my mother did for me, especially in her later years. But I can’t help but wonder if I appreciated her enough in the moment or if I simply opted for the easy gift of pajamas and candles.
I can’t speak for every mother, but I know I’m not alone in wanting something deeper than just material gifts. I propose we transform Mother’s Day into a spring version of Thanksgiving. I’d rather hear my kids express their gratitude for my role in their lives than see them rushing around buying $5 Hallmark cards and pajamas for a mom who barely sleeps.
So, kids, this Mother’s Day, instead of spending money, share a memory, a lesson, or a tender moment. That’s what mothers truly cherish — the knowledge that you remember. But hey, if you really want to throw in that bubble bath, I won’t complain!
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