Or, how that deck of cards was stacked against me
Did you have a good Mother’s Day?
I did…and then I didn’t.
And then I did…and then I didn’t.
Mother’s Day is such a tough one! It’s all about us, allegedly, and so when it’s not (all about all us, that is) we tend to pout and/or cry and/or be disappointed.
I do, anyway.
At least, I did yesterday.
My poor family! That’ s a lot of pressure for a single day.
The day itself started out perfectly grand. I was greeted with a chorus of “Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy!” and several sweet (albeit juicy) smooches.
The day took a turn for the “not so grand” when I stormed out the door on account of bickering kids. Give me anything but bickering kids! And on Mother’s Day, to boot! Did they not read the Hallmark manual? They’re not supposed to argue on Mother’s Day. They’re supposed to cook for me and clean for me and in short, spoil me rotten because it’s my day.
All that to say, I was sorely disappointed when they started to fight and used the excuse to fly the coop.
(Let’s face it. Sometimes we all need to fly the coop.)
(I call it Barnes & Noble Therapy. It’s free! Yet very, very effective.)
While I was out, I got an idea. It was a pretty good idea, I think—Holy Spirit-inspired, even! I purchased a bouquet of flowers at Byerly’s (where, oddly enough, everyone and their dog was buying flowers) and when I came home—to a Happy Mother’s Day sign on the door, no less, and streamers hanging from the ceiling—I called everyone into the sitting room.
The kids stared at me and I stared back. “Everyone take a flower,” I told them, “and place it in the vase.”
And then together we said three Hail Marys: one for our mom, one for our godmother, and one for the intercession of Mother Mary. In the end, it was one of the highlights of my day because, in the end, it was not about me.
(Well, the Hail Mary my kids said for me was about me…but what can I say? I’m greedy.)
And in the end, that’s the biggest problem. I can be greedy…and needy…and selfish, especially when I went on Facebook (always dangerous) and saw that other moms got “better” treatment. I grew jealous, frankly—sad and jealous, because (and here Satan triumphed) I padded my worth with material expectations.
I am deeply humbled by my humanity.
So I pray for the grace to not be this way, but on a day like Mother’s Day, it can be hard. It’s two parts marketing and one part sin: the world and the devil want us to always want more.
We want more than what we’ve already got…
…when what we’ve been given is what God wants us to have.