Every year the question pops up again among parents, at least if you are lucky. “Mom, what do you want for Mother’s Day?” Next Sunday it’s that time again. You leaf through magazines and browse online. After hours of research for the best Mother’s Day gifts, you have succeeded for yourself, but not for your children (because: too expensive). For the sake of efficiency, therefore, some tips from this mother and daughter at the same time.
The best gifts are those that have been given time and attention. How many parents still have that painted stone somewhere that says ‘Mama is a rock’? Or that drawing with the heart, with the text ‘I love you very much’. You will fondly remember that spelling mistake for your child at parties for years to come. In short, an unforgettable memory is born on Mother’s Day by making or crafting something.
Visiting, outing or buying?
Not really creative? Then a call to mothers or, perhaps even better, a highly personal visit to ‘our mom’ is also fine. If you really want to unpack, spend a day doing something together; Discovering a city, visiting a museum, eating out or taking a bike ride is also an idea.
Not everyone wants to sit down for Mother’s Day. Buying something is so easy. It also helps to delve into mother’s personal interests to find something suitable. If that is also difficult, flowers, chocolate, a scent, luxurious shampoo or a drink always work well. You did think about mother for a moment.
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I received a text this week asking what I wanted for Mother’s Day. I still thought; “Wow, at least she got there on time this year.” My first impulse was, ‘oh well, I don’t need anything.’ My oldest once took this comment to heart for my birthday and it didn’t feel very good. Certainly not after he had previously reversed his piggy bank for his other parent. Since then I always want something, even if it doesn’t necessarily have to cost money.
Crumbs
I’ve always known what I don’t want. Breakfast on bed. What an abomination that is. I can still hear the feet walking down the stairs. The rumbling and clinking coming from the kitchen. And now I hear that they put sprinkles on the tray? I smell croissants from the oven. Indeed, they crumble just as much as rusk. They know that also includes jam.
“Happy Mother’s Day,” they say as they put the full tray on the bed and the cup of coffee stands in a brown pool. “Oh what a sweet surprise boys,” this mother heard herself say. An unforgettable vivid memory was born.
