These flowers arrived at my front door early this morning from my son in New York.
I answered the door in my nightgown, crooked housecoat, and with Heidi in my arms. "Well happy Mother's Day" the delivery man said to me, but you could tell he was thinking "man I hope that's not her mother."
Mother's day always comes with laughs for me.
Recently when I was in Winnipeg my youngest sister, who is deaf, told my mother she had been neglected.
Now really this is hysterical.
My mother has devoted her life to that kid, doing flashcards for language that she had sent in the mail to our small Prairie town, packing the whole family up to move from Manitoba to the best deaf school in the country in Montreal, moving back to Winnipeg when that was the best place for a deaf adolescent who would never speak French, as was suddenly required in Quebec. My mother is Mrs. Deafness. What she went through for all of us, my sister in particular, is the stuff of legend.
So why, after all of that, did my sister feel hard done by?
She feels she was sent to school with pants that were too short and she looked dumb.
After all of that all she remembers from her childhood is a hemline.
I am not sure if you can get all of this in the telling, I can remember laughing so hard at the idea that my mother had neglected any of us, my sister in particular, I thought I was going to throw up.
The point is that this is what motherhood is about.
No one really knows what mothers do for them, their kids least of all.
No mother's day celebration really can express how much we owe our mothers.
But even still, every mother knows too that the thanks should be the other way around.
I should be sending my son flowers.
When you become a mother all the white noise of life disappears, everything zeros into one thought:
That's my kid.
Sometimes it's the child you have, sometimes the child you choose, sometimes it's the child who chooses you.
What an incredible privilege it is to have that feeling in your lifetime. It's worth a lifetime to have felt it.
Happy mother's day.
- I am a mother, a new grandmother, and a teacher. But whatever happens in my life, I keep sewing. I have worked as a political communicator and now as a teacher in my formal life. I have also written extensively on sewing. I have been a frequent contributor and contributing editor of Threads magazine and I write a monthly humour/sewing column for the Australian magazine Dressmaking with Stitches. My first book Sew.. the garment-making book of knowledge will be published in May 2018 and is available for pre-order from Amazonhttps://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=barbara+emodi&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Abarbara+emodi