Mother's Day thoughts

As you all know, yesterday was Mother's Day. Being a blog almost entirely devoted to mothers, I guess I should have posted something cool, or had a neat picture, or had some profound thoughts yesterday. Sorry. I was too busy sleeping in. Yes, DH came through and gave me a great Mother's Day, starting with a lovely morning spent in total silence as Dh took the small child somewhere. I don't even know where they went. And I really don't care. All I care about is that I got to sleep well past nine, and then eat my breakfast and read the Sunday comics BY MYSELF for the first time in a long time. It was fabulous. Anyway, so I didn't have a chance to say Happy Mother's Day to all the great moms out there who read this blog and make us feel cool every time we check out our site meter and realize that people are STILL reading this blog. I hope everybody had a fantastic day. And did everybody get a flower, or a potted plant at church? We got something a little different in our ward. The Young Women had made roses molded out of white chocolate for all the mothers, and the deacons passed them out. They were beautiful, perfect, a sight to behold. A special treat, just for the mothers. Mothers, that is, whose children don't like chocolate. Jacob took one look at that chocolate treat, looking suspiciously like a lollipop (the roses were stuck on a stick and tied with a pretty ribbon) and shouted, "Hey, I want that!" and sure enough, devoured half of that treat when I got it opened. (sigh) A mother can't even enjoy her own Mother's Day treat without sharing. The talks were also pretty standard Mother's Day talks, saying most of the expected tributes to mothers, i.e., woman was the culmination of the creation, mothers are essential to the good development of their offspring and the most powerful influence in a child's life, etc, etc. Then one speaker made a ridiculous reference to "his favorite movie as a child, Johnny Lingo." You all know the story. The loser island girl "Mahana" (Her father calls her "Mahana You Ugly!) is purchased by the handsome, charming, charismatic, popular Johnny Lingo for the ridiculously high price of 8 cows. We meet the poor, ugly woman later in the film, and she has been transformed into a beautiful, happy, confident woman, because Johnny Lingo has shown her her true worth. Fun story for a 12 year old ugly duckling, flat chested and gangly, with big, bright pink 80s style glasses and braces on her teeth (not that I would know anything about that. I was a SMOKIN' looking 12 year old!). But for a Mother's Day talk? Then the speaker said, "A mother's worth is only revealed when a man shows it to her," or something like that. I looked at DH in astonishment and said, "Did he just say what I think he said?" Sadly, DH agreed he had. I'd like to give the speaker the benefit of the doubt, that really, he was trying to show that we are all 8 cow women. But unfortunately, he subtly implied that we all wouldn't KNOW that we were 8 cow women until our Johnny Lingos showed up with the animals, that it takes a man to tell us how great we are. I sincerely hope that the women in the audience did not buy that, that no woman buys that. Our worth as mothers and women should be inherently obvious, no matter what a man is willing to pay for us. Anyway, bovine aside, I want to wish a big fat belated Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there who are down in the trenches, fighting to keep their families strong, their children safe, and their sanity all at the same time. It's a tough job, clearly not for the weak-minded or the faint of heart. 8 cows? Heck, I think we all deserve a whole dang pasture of animals! And yummy treats that we wouldn't have to share....