Why I Love Mom 365 Days A Year

From a male's perspective

by Abe Blauvelt

Dear Mom,

Scraped knees, fighting siblings, forgotten homework. Lost clothes, broken glasses, soccer practice. Late night tears, early morning rants, coming home past curfew. Our first steps, first tooth, first day at school. First date, first dance, first day driving. Graduation, wedding, grandbabies. These are all the things you have put up with from us all these years. After all that how can you still like us more or less still love us? Mom, you are an amazing woman. Just thought you would like to know.



These, and so much more, are things parents deal with on a daily basis. Growing up we don't usually see parents as anything special. They are after all, just mom, or just dad.

Every year in this country we have a day is set aside to honor and thank those females who raised us up to be the good, honest people we are today. And they did it to the best of their ability.

Why do we need a day to remember our mothers? Do we not love them and/or cherish them every day of the year? Have we become so self-centered and wrapped up on our own little world that we have to have a calendar stamped in red to remind us to give the woman who raised us a call and say I Love You?

Those that are parents can appreciate the handmade items our little ones make, just for us at this oh so special time. Who doesn't like pasta necklaces and glitter cards they so painstakingly produced? I know we do. But we appreciate just as much the "flower" plucked from the weed patch, the stickman picture of the family drawn on a rainy afternoon and the hug that is given as we walk in the door. Those are acts of love given freely and without reminder.

Holidays like this were made so that retailers have one more excuse to sell their wares. Advertisers can then add more into their already swelling coffers. Media outlets can pull out the "awww" stories they try so desperately to find. All this, so that one day a year we can feel good about taking time out of our busy schedules to say thank you.

And what about those people who do not have a mother in the life, or those who have mothers that don't deserve the moniker because of their actions? Should they be made to be put on the spot when everyone is asking "What are you getting your mom for Mothers Day?" There are billions of people around the world who do not celebrate this momentous occasion. And somehow those mothers don't feel cheated out of anything.

So on Mother's day we have a day like every other. There are no flowers sent, nor candy bought. We won't have to stand in line at a local restaurant and get frustrated because it is so busy. That "special" gift that we spent time, effort and money on will not have to be quietly returned or exchanged.

Instead we make sure to let our mothers know every chance we get how lucky we were to win them in the mothers lottery.

Originally published on SearchWarp.com for Abe Blauvelt