So then, yesterday was Mother’s Day. Or Sunday. Whatever. To me, Mother’s Day ranks right up there with Boxing Day. I can take it or leave it. I know. In your head right now, you are saying, “What kind of mother doesn’t like Mother’s Day!” Did you think I couldn’t hear that?
Regardless of whatever personal issues I have with the highest of the Hallmark holy days, I am still obligated to participate. I crumble easily under the weight of societal expectations to buy flowers and cards and to festively order others to “Have a happy (insert occasion) day!” I just go along. I grumble, but I go along.
Texas has been gray and wet for what seems like two years now, but according to the newspapers it has actually only been two weeks. And yesterday, Mother’s Day, was no different. So we drove up to Tuna under a gray cloud of drizzly rain to have lunch with Memaw to celebrate Mother’s Day.
When we arrived, we exclaimed “Happy Mother’s Day” in a festive tone and then we sat down to eat too much. Papa George had fixed us a yummy meal and it was swell all the way around even though I had to do the dishes.
When we got home late in the afternoon, we noticed an odd bright orb in the sky, so we Googled “bright orb in the sky” and we were delightfully surprised to find out that it was the sun. A few little sunbeams and my girlish giddy and glee returned to wash away all my sour feelings surrounding having a national day set aside to honor the fact that I managed to procreate.
A few sunbeams were all it took for Sean too. He raced into the house and put on his swimming suit. And when a 38-pound boy wearing a swimming suit, snorkel and mask is standing in your den, the cuteness will short circuit your brain and you will be rendered powerless to do anything other than say “Okay!” And that’s how we ended up at the swimming pool late in the afternoon on Mother’s Day.
In my opinion, the water in the swimming pool was fuh-reee-zzzzing! But according to Sean, the water was “refreshant!” Although my research is not scientific, I believe that human children learn to discern uncomfortably cold swimming pool water around the same time they develop sense enough to come in out of the rain. Unlike chickens however, human children will not drown if they look up when it’s raining. This fact, I have proven scientifically. I’m not sure how that relates to anything heretofore.
So, I sat a safe distance from the edge of the pool and its uncomfortably cold water to watch my scrawny little boyfriend jump in and out of the pool about 658 times; each time crafting a unique approach and/or creative pose for the amusement of his mother.
“Mom!” he shouted as zipped past in a blur, “Memaw’s AND swimming, all in the SAME day! This is the best day EVER!” And then he disappeared into a big splash of chilly water. My heart was drenched in joy.
So yeah, Mother’s Day was the best day ever. And so was every day of the last five and a half years.