Mothers 2

Hello my friend–

This holiday is tinged with the sadness of the loss of our moms.  For both of us, with such strong women in our lives, we must think of them.

 My mom was born in 1924, only four years after the 19th Amendment was passed and women got the right to vote. Great Depression. No TV. Doing dishes by lantern light. Your mom, though you lost her earlier, was younger, and from the generation of women who had read Helen Gurley Brown. Having it all, baby. Both of them adventurous and strong-willed, with great smiles. Fierce women, and kind. My mom shot an antelope for Pete’s sake.  Fierce.

Before they came along, women were property, or schoolteachers. Pawns in a men’s world. Do you remember those commercials for Enjole perfume?   “We can bring home the bacon, fry it up in the pan, and never, ever let you forget you’re a man?” Oh brother!!  I think the ad showed a woman dropping a necklace on the floor,  undressing and putting on something sexy. When I first started working, women were still “secretaries,” and all of the managers at my first office job were men.  There were jokes on TV about chasing secretaries around desks.  We had to be very careful later to say “administrative assistant” instead of secretary.  Language is powerful, and language changes.  We must forgive our mothers their faults.   They weren’t secretaries, and certainly not administrative assistants. 

You’re right, the term “mother” is a word so charged, it could spark an electrical fire, or at least stick a balloon to a wall. Mother & country. Adjectively:  Spanking, stay-at-home, working, breast-feeding, welfare, strict, bad, saintly mothers.  I fear our society isn’t very friendly to moms. Moms are supposed to pick up our kids afterschool at 3, but work till 5. If moms stay home, they aren’t contributing to the family’s income. If moms work, they aren’t home with the kids. We are supposed to breastfeed our children, but not in public. Making it work is the female kobayashi maru.

Despite society’s callousness toward moms, they say when men cry out wounded in battle, they often cry out for their moms.  “Mama, mama….”  When men fear death, they want their moms.

When I think of holidays it makes me tired. We are lucky to have anything, and I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. But, as 2016 moms, we endlessly grocery shop, bake a turkey and an entire Thanksgiving feast, wrap Christmas presents into the middle of the night, fight the crowds on the 4th of July…and today, I paid for the kids to “take me to dinner and get our nails done!”  because I wanted them to be able to have & give me some kind of a treat.  It’s work. Work can suck the joy out of any holiday. We have to remember the good and silly things.  The eyes of a child watching fireworks, chopping down a pine tree, my mom’s cherry pie!  What I think, is there has to be meaning.  What I think we are experiencing is a lack of meaning.

It’s easy for me to be disenchanted with this holiday, as with many holidays which are more of a burden than a celebration.  I have to tell you, my ex called the kids today. He wanted to make sure they called his wife to wish her a happy Mother’s day and ask if they made her a card.   I made sure they called her. Even though step-mom’s day is actually next weekend –one of the kids looked it up. I do want her to feel loved. I was surprised, though, he made such a deal of this silly holiday. The kids didn’t make me, or her, a card. They’re teenagers….they’re not six anymore!  I yelled at them today for something the dog did.  Boy, if that doesn’t make you feel like an idiot. Yelling at the kids — on Mother’s day — for something the dog did.

I’m happy to admit, I’ve never been to a Mother’s day brunch. Maybe that’s something a spouse suggests?   Or just another cultural norm I’ve missed.  A club I didn’t get invited into, a sorority I didn’t join.  According to most people, I am un-American if I don’t love football, go to church, and dislike poetry.  Or, I should shop at Whole Foods and drive a Prius. I can’t afford a Prius and Whole Foods is across town. The consequences of this are, for me, a feeling of cultural isolation.  

Promise me we won’t get in a rut where everything is a task to get through, and I will do the same.  So let’s re-invent all holidays for ourselves.  Mother’s day can be Mother’s day and gambling day, or photography day.  Maybe we need additional holidays similar to PI day & Talk-like-a-Pirate-day. Alternative holidays:  Captain Kirk & Spock day. I look-good-in-a-red-shirt day. Where-is-Johnny-Depp-today?-day. I hate it when it’s just about getting through it.

One of the big events today was watching a You tube video of tornado hunters in Wray, Colorado.  Huge tornado there yesterday.  Before viewing it, I thought I was an adrenaline junkie.  My mom always watched tornado stories with fervor….having grown up in Missouri.  I realize now, I am very small time.  The people chasing tornados….just too much. They sped their cars toward the thing, around broken power poles. Adrenaline superheroes.  I watched it I think four times.  My kids, unfortunately, did not share my enthusiasm for the video.

My mom was *the* smiling woman with the apron & the pie! But so, so much more. We knew that as children, so we hope our children know us. One year, my mother innocently cut a cherry pie she had baked, and found all the cherries inside of it gone.  We looked around and my brother was turning red and sort of slinking down in his chair.  He had put a tiny hole in it, leaving the crust on top completely untouched.   You should’ve seen my mother’s face when she cut the pie and saw all the cherries gone! (the thing was, she was also slightly proud that he had been so clever.) My mom never let me believe that being a mom was the only thing she did. She read books.  She had political opinions. She planted roses. She studied history. She played poker.  She paid the bills.  She pretty much ran the place.  Sorry, dad.  We are our mother’s daughters. 

My dearest, your children are in college. They sail sailboats. They dream. I’m so glad we’re writing. Every day is Mother’s day, so of course you’re ambivalent.  Me too. 

I write this to you as my son & daughter sit playing piano.  It is lovely. Now, there is a mom’s joy.  I bought the $50 piano.  I pay for the lessons.  I am mom…     

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One thought on “Mothers 2

  1. Strangely, I just heard a commentary on the history of feminism and its co-option into commercial culture. One of the features? Anjouli perfume. The interviewer shared his bewilderment with the author presenting the commercial… I think he said “that sounds exhausting”. The female author agreed, and I imagined her weakly nodding her head and anticipating her Sunday nap.

    f only they knew how hard we tried to do it (or was that just me?). A friend once said to me, “You can have it all. You just can’t have it all at once”.

    Bless the hearts of our mothers. Thank you for an excellent holiday solution.

    More soon. After I recover from a day of having it all.

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