We are always so busy in the month of May and we do a lot of driving to graduations, weddings, birthdays and anniversary celebrations. It seems we have so little time at home.
Therefore, when we found ourselves with a chance to spend a quiet Mother’s Day, it seemed like the thing to do. We’ll see everyone next weekend, so time to ourselves was a pleasant prospect.
Roy did make the offer to go and do something for Mother’s Day, but he had already sat through the Great Gatsby this weekend to please me, so I thought I wouldn’t ask for more. “Besides,” I added, “I just want to spend a quiet day doing what I want.”
I think at first he thought that was a good thing. He may have found it to be different by the end. Because the first thing I did after church was make him go grocery shopping with me. There are really very few things he really dislikes, but one of those is grocery shopping—especially with me.
“I thought you said you didn’t have much to get,” he grumbled as we walked down aisle after aisle.
“I don’t,” I answered and added spitefully, “This is what we’re doing for Mother’s Day, try and enjoy it.”
We went home after that and he had to grill the steak for lunch. He got somewhat testy then, because I objected to the doneness of the meat.
“This needed more time on the grill,” I complained. “I don’t like to eat beef that’s still mooing.” He took the meat back out to the grill without a word, because after all, it’s Mother’s Day.
“Here,” he said, putting it back on the table. “It should be done now.”
“Oh, I had �more salad and hash browns; I don’t need it any more,” I replied. He was actually pretty calm about that.
“It’s such a nice afternoon, let’s go plant the flowers,” he suggested after the meal was over.
“You want me to plant flowers on Mother’s Day?” I asked, incredulous. “I’m going to go take a nap.”
By the time he came in from planting flowers, I was watching the Harry Potter marathon on television. I know that’s not his favorite form of entertainment and there was a Twins game going on, but it was Mother’s Day, after all.
By the time the fourth Harry Potter movie had begun, he was becoming a little restless.
“Not enjoying my Mother’s Day?” I asked, with at least a little sympathy.
“I was just thinking,” he said speculatively. “Father’s Day is coming next month, isn’t it?”
A Mother’s Day to Remember