My first memory of a Mother’s Day is when I was about 10 years old. Mama gave a dollar to each of us and dropped my sister and me off on Main Street of Humble. We went to the Five and Dime store to buy a Mother’s Day gift for Mama. The ladies who worked in the store were most helpful and made suggestions for our purchase. We each selected a stemmed glass goblet for Mama. We were very pleased with our shopping excursion and happy that we were able to buy a gift for our mother.
Another memory from my childhood is of Deacon Max Norwood at First Baptist Church in Humble. Every Mother’s Day, Norwood would be outside the entrance to the church sanctuary. As women walked up to the church, he would hand a carnation to each lady, a white carnation to those whose mother had passed away and a red carnation to those whose mother was still living. That lesson of respect was learned by the older children and I learned that a white flower meant that a mother was deceased and a red flower means that a mother was still alive. It was a teaching that has not been forgotten.
Other Mother’s Day memories are from the times after I became a mother. While my children were in elementary school, they enjoyed giving me the handmade treasures they had made. It was thoughtful of the teachers to remind their students to honor their mothers. In addition, I was usually greeted with a card, a gift and a flower corsage from my husband to thank me for being the mother of his children. Otherwise, Mother’s Day was normally quiet around our house.
A few years after my sons married, they each began to send flowers for Mother’s Day. Oh, how I enjoyed being surprised by the deliveries of flowers. It wasn’t long though, before I had a nice collection of various teapots and other FTD flower vases, that my adult children made the decision that gift cards were better for their mom. It was a pleasant surprise to open my email last week and find an e-gift card for a favorite restaurant for this Mother’s Day. No matter what the gift, it is always nice to be remembered.
Since my adult daughter and I have been sharing a house, she has developed creative ways to celebrate the occasion. She likes to get the mail each day of the week before. She removes any cards addressed to me before passing along the mail. Then, on Mother’s Day, she arranges any cards received on the table along with her card and gift. It creates a pleasant surprise each year.
In addition, this Mother’s Day we did an activity from which we usually stay away. A flyover of vintage aircraft was scheduled to pass over Houston. We usually avoid events where a large crowd is expected. However, my daughter invited me to accompany her to see the airplanes as they flew over the Houston National Cemetery. We had not anticipated the amount of traffic that we encountered on the streets near the cemetery and were thinking that we would miss seeing the aircraft. However, following the lead of many others, she pulled off the street and into the shallow, grassy ditch along the fence of the cemetery. It was a perfect location to view the aircraft and we arrived just in time. Of course, we heard the airplanes before we saw them, but it was thrilling to see the aircraft flying across the sky in formation.
The memories of celebrating my own mother are treasured and it’s wonderful to continue to be remembered by my children. Regardless of the way Mother’s Day is celebrated, the important thing is to be loved and remembered by family and friends. The telephone calls, greeting cards and gifts remind the recipient that she is loved by others. My wish for each mother is beautiful memories from your Mother’s Day.