If you live in North American, you’re likely aware it’s Mother’s Day in 12 days, unless you’re dead. For the part of my adult life that I’ve been alive, I’ve celebrated Mother’s Day by calling my mom to apologize for getting her nothing. This is not unlike how I celebrate her birthday by not sending her dead people’s cards.
Last night, I finally filed my income tax return (Canadians file on April 30th. Correction: Stupid Canadians file on April 30th; smart Canadians file before that date). After I used both a Sharpie and a compass to scratch that chore off my to-do list, I started thinking about random stuff, like nose hair, whether or not The Onion would’ve been funny if they called it The Rutabaga, and what crafts I did for Mother’s Day back in the 70s and 80s.
I tweeted this.
Some people weighed in on their Mother’s Day crafts from yesteryear.
More recently, Vivian and William drew portraits of me and wrote poems in Kindergarten. I’ve also received popsicle stick picture frames, cards, and a bunch of other items that had a longterm layaway plan in the landfill.
Now it’s your turn:
Did you honour your mom with homemade gifts as a kid?
Do you still get your mom a present?
Did you get me a present yet?**
* I think someone should write a song inspired by my face in this shot. We’ll call it, “Shine Forehead Shine.”
**This last question is addressed to my husband, who only ever comments on one blog…that of funny man, Knox McCoy. Yup, not on his wife’s blog, but Knox’s. I admit that Knox is hilarious. And my husband uses a pseudonym to comment there (Benchclearing). Yes, I’m outing you, Mr. DH. Lululemon please.