A Gift Suggestion for Mother’s Day
Right now, every web site under the sun is giving out their gift ideas for Mother’s Day.
And really, that’s a tough one because what exactly is the proper gift for someone who took ten months out of their lives to create another human being from scratch?
No wonder people, especially men, scratch their heads and wonder what the heck is appropriate.
I recently got an email that declared the “in” gifts for Mother’s Day were “Blooms and Bling.” Whilst I am the first person on the planet to appreciate alliteration, I disagree.
I mean, flowers are pretty, but they die. Why give something that will be dead in a week to someone who was a virtual giver of life?
As for the bling, I’m sure that jewelry is appreciated.
But I can’t help thinking that there’s something better. Something more suited to the magnitude of the sacrifice.
I had a high-risk pregnancy that resulted in seemingly endless hours of special tests, ultrasounds, and constant doctor visits. I had gestational diabetes, so I was shooting insulin into my stomach three times a day and eating a relatively carb-free diet. I had to have a semi-emergency C-section, where the nurse failed to give me enough dextrose before my epidural, which resulted in me vomiting throughout the entire birth of my child. Instead of cuddling my new infant post-op, I was rushed to some sort of ICU where my body temperature plummeted dangerously and I lay there drifting in and out of consciousness, shivering for four hours despite the special heated blankets heaped upon me.
What kind of material object could possibly compensate me for all of that? And mine is by no means the worst pregnancy/birth story out there.
Ahhh, now that’s more like it. I think I shall call it St. Glinda’s.
That is an awesome gift, the best one I have seen so far.
I’m not the bling type, and flowers on Valentines Day or Mother’s Day are too cliche for me. What I want most (what I get every year, among other things) is to sit at the beach and bask in the sun without having to make sure my kids aren’t drowning. It’s glorious.
Yep, I like the way you think.
Also: most dad’s ideas of bling tend to be limited to what you can buy at the kiosk near the food court. This does not work as well as they hope, in terms of generating breathless gratitude.
Remember Kevin Sorbo, from Andromeda and also Hercules? His wife had a twelve-pound baby, and a friend of mine saw him the next day on the set. She said, “After that, you owe your wife a new car!” and he replied, “After that, I think I owe her a new house.”
He bought her one, too.