Garrison Keillor, a national treasure in my opinion, has a wonderful column on Mother’s Day on salon.com. Here’s an excerpt:
The cruel injustice of motherhood is that, out of devotion to her brood, she sacrifices so much of her own life that her children grow up to find her a little boring in comparison to the maiden aunt who is a little rebellious and more fun to be around, whereas Mom is just the lady who runs the vacuum. As Erma Bombeck said, the kids walk in and ask her, “Is anybody home?”
But she loves you. You could come home with snakes tattooed on your face and she still would see the good in you. Most great men were mama’s boys. She encouraged them long before anybody else could see any talent there.
Your mother is on top of the situation. Your father has a hard time remembering your birthday or even your Christian name, but your mother knows you by scent, thanks to years of doing your laundry. She knows when you’re in trouble. And you will get into deep trouble someday. Count on it. Someone will file a lawsuit against you and subpoena your e-mail and it will all come flooding out, your dark secrets, your nefarious dealings, and your friends will cross the street to avoid you and your brothers and sisters will fade into the woodwork, but your mother will still love you. Like an old lioness, she’ll come running even if you’re 2,000 miles away.
Thanks for the endorsement, Garrison! We’ve been in survival mode these days: my husband is recovering from emergency surgery; my eighth grader is in the throes of graduation; and my second grader attempts to wiggle her way out of piano practice with remarkable tenacity. Sunday’s agenda includes Confirmation and my husband’s birthday, plus manuevering logistics to include grandmas of advancing age. Mother’s Day, for me, will most likely get lost in the shuffle. So, thank you Garrison, for remembering me.
Dear Reader, please comment:
How do you celebrate/survive Mother’s Day every year?