Yesterday, my son brought home a Mother's Day project. It was very sweet and in it, he talked about how much he loved me, etc. Very sweet.
There was one section where he had to write my favorite things to do. He wrote: napping, followed by cooking. I can understand the napping; being pregnant, I've been taking opportunities to nap. But cooking? I cook for my kids because I don't want them eating out, but it's actually not one of my favorite things to do. I can understand why he would think so. After all, everyday after school he sees me getting dinner ready.
The project made me think of the perceptions we have about our parents and how accurate they really are. I know my mom pretty well. We talk almost every evening and she's open about her likes and dislikes. But I'm sure there are things our parents don't tell us. Dreams differed. At a young age, they probably didn't give us much insight into our their personal thoughts because we were too young to understand or in some cases to protect us. But as adults, I'm sure we're the ones that are too busy to sit down and ask.
As Mother's Day creeps up tomorrow, we inundated by images of the mother-child relationship, touted as the closest bond someone can have. As adults, these relationships are often complicated, but perhaps this year, when we take our moms out to brunch, we should have a heart to heart and really get to know the person we call mom.
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