Quote of the Day: “Have no fear of perfection – you’ll never reach it.”
- Salvador Dali
Dudes are so bad at Mother’s Day. I mean, I know I could and should do better but I always seem to punt this one into the stands.
I guess starting off the day with the statement “What? You’re not MY mother…” was a bad initial move.
You see, back in the day when the kids were still shitting their pants, yeah, I had a big role in doing the M-Day festivities because a crayon drawing and a dandeline from the yard from the kids just didn’t cut it.
But now, they are teens and they have money. So you know what that means? They can take care of the Mother’s Day thing themselves.
OK, so my argument falls apart in a few places here. First, the whole “You’re not MY mother” thing comes back to bite me in the ass around Father’s Day. Goose and gander type stuff. (Although she never follows through with the threat of leaving Father’s Day empty because she is my wife and that’s how she rolls.)
Then there is the fact that she takes care of MY mother’s card-and-gift festivities every year, even though she is not HER mother. Yeah, I got nothing for that.
Then finally, there is this concept that Mother’s Day does not exclusively include mothers and their brats. It is a celebration of motherhood and I guess I could look at it as her giving life to my children, pushing a human being through ….., er, never mind, and raising them to be incredible human beings.
But still, there I am on Sunday morning with the hundreds of other dads in my neighborhood feverishly finding something at the store.
Yeah, I suck.
Free Advice for Today: “Stop and watch a farmer plowing a field.”
- H. Jackson Brown, Jr.