We all know that Mother’s Day is a special day.
That’s a universal truth, but one that my six-year-old grandson hasn’t quite got a handle on. For him, a special day for his Mum means a special day for him.
That means that any good mother, who is quite deservedly having a special day, does not get mad, does lots of good things (primarily for her children) and definitely gets excited about getting woken early with offers of breakfast.
Apparently, this year this breakfast excitement started about 4.30am and was not shared by the mother.
The children (my grandchildren) went back to their bedrooms for what they thought was possibly an hour but in fact returned every 10 minutes or so with the same breakfast offer.
The breakfast offer also included the Dad, who was equally not impressed with the early awakening. I mean, Mother’s Day doesn’t include Santa gifts, and that is possibly the only day of the year when children can rightfully get out of bed at the crack of dawn.
In order for the mother to enjoy her special day, she took the children to the beach. There, they frolicked and built sandcastles and other beachy things (or so I imagine). But for children who are Nippers at that same beach, going to the beach isn’t quite special enough.
And so the “special” expectations continued.
The six-year-old by now believed that mothers on special days obviously distributed “special” to all around them, particularly their children.
I mean, he made her a mother, right?
That meant that on Mother’s Day it was her duty to take him to wherever he wanted to go and do whatever he considered special to him.
He had drawn her a card-of-all-cards and given her an early breakfast. Nice mums would have given back such gestures in spades.
But let’s face it. The best thing a mother of a six-year-old could enjoy on Mother’s Day may not always involve the six-year-old. A day when you ate brunch because you slept in past breakfast time, a day when you lolled about in the peaceful part of the ocean, a day for a massage, a relax, a day when solitude spells special. Oh, and adorable and very special six-year-old boys.
