The most recent Mother’s Day impressed upon me how special occasions have become an exercise forced upon us as a collective society to focus on the present moments. Whether we wish to or not, we are obliged to examine the elements that society claims are moments to celebrate.
During this recent occasion, I happened to be out shopping alone; both my children are older now, one lives in a different province and one had to work. While browsing through racks of clothes, I noted two teenage sisters helping their mom select her new wardrobe for the coming spring season. One daughter was quite vocal (read opinionated), while her sister was content to push the cart.
I wondered what if today was not Mother’s Day; would these two girls be helping their mom pick out her newest golf attire? Having had two teenagers myself, I thought not. However, in this moment, they all seemed to be enjoying the moment.
These moments of examination, both personally and relationally can be powerful exercises in establishing our lines of success, our stumbling blocks and our desires. When asked what I wanted to eat for breakfast on Mother’s Day by my daughter, before she left for work, I chose my favourite style of eggs and savoured watching her prepare them while I sipped my favourite coffee.
Retrospection is another meaningful tool we often use on occasions such as these. My daughter recollected over breakfast her own memories of Mothers’ Days gone by and the many brunches we’d attended, family picnics, pets not longer with us and such. She even had her own favourite Mother’s Day. Reflection can be a sound measurement indeed, but it can also conjure regret, sadness and even guilt. As these emotions serve no value in the present (so I am told by my sister), or in future successes, once again I stress the importance of Now.
With the weekend dissolved into a pleasant assortment of memories, the work week ahead not quite formulated, I value what this moment brings me as a writer, as a mother who’s children no longer scamper beneath my feet, or cry out for snacks or minor first aid. In the silence that is my motherhood now, I celebrate the tiny victories.
Wishing you happiness in your now,