I sometimes joke, “I come from a long line of mothers.” I’ve used it as a punch line when my kids are
embarrassed by something I’ve done that is particularly mom-like.
Amazon Associates just sent me an email with suggestions for
Mother’s Day gifts. I generally love to work
with Amazon on my family fun blog -- after all, they helped me self-publish and
help me promote my books.
But when it comes to Mother’s Day, they so do not know me.
The ONE thing I am not going to do is link to something you
can buy your mother from Amazon. I’m not
saying she wouldn’t love something. I
have a huge wish list and I, a mother, would love to get anything on it.
But the Mother’s Day gifts that belong on my family fun blog
are things like
- · do-it-yourself plaster cast hand-prints
- · poems framed in painted popsicle sticks
- · cards that shed glitter all over the rug
- · hand-made-and-illustrated coupon books for hugs
- · jelly-jar bud vases, filled with dandelions
I sit back and wonder why these seem like REAL Mother’s Day
gifts, where all those things on my wish list don’t.
The answer comes to me:
No one but a child would offer the above gifts, and no one but a mother
would cherish them. (I think it goes
without saying that grandmothers fit into the category of mother.)
I come from a long line of Mothers.
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