You know I can't do pigtails
Saturday, May 11, 2013 8:18 PM
Mother's Day - which is today, for those who might have forgotten (and if you did forget, Walmart is open) - typically is a time we set aside to do something special for special ladies.
We give cards and gifts and go out to dinner and all of that stuff.
Pardon me, but it all seems a bit forced.
Hold your horses, hold your horses. I'm not saying there's anything "wrong" with Mother's Day or that we shouldn't celebrate the occasion.
What I'm saying is simply this: In reality, we should show respect and appreciation for mothers all year long. It shouldn't be confined to just one Hallmark-infused day.
It would be wise to take time quite often to recognize moms for their multi-tasking greatness. Moms aren't just one thing, they are everything.
A mom is a scheduler, a doctor, a chauffeur, a barista, a bookkeeper, a fashion expert, a teacher, a mediator, a pastor, a party planner, a soccer coach, a social media maven, a chef and a shoulder to cry on.
She does all of that while juggling a career, a husband, two dogs and a cat, while still finding time to plan a wedding shower for a friend, make a casserole for the church social, participate in a book club, run a 5K on the weekend and squeeze in an hour for "Downton Abbey" on Sunday night.
We shouldn't just have one day to say "thanks" to our mothers. We should wake up every single morning and let them know how important, how vital and how special they are, and we should take time each night to thank God for them.
My mom is precious to me, and she is precious to our whole family. She's damn near perfect. I'm not completely convinced she isn't perfect.
Likewise, I'm enormously thankful - blessed, even - to have a wife who also is a great mother to our 4-year-old daughter, Charley.
YOU SEE, CHARLEY AND I OFTEN "team up" against my wife, in various ways.
As you might guess, I'm the "fun" one. I take her to ballgames and comic book shops and toy stores and we go see movies at the Auto Drive-in and do all sorts of stuff.
However, when things get "serious" - when she falls and scrapes her knee or when she has a bad dream or she needs help spelling a word or when, Heaven forbid, she can't decide what to wear - Charley doesn't come running to me. When it's really important, only Mommy will do.
Speaking of deciding what to wear, it's probably best for moms to make the decisions on their young daughters' fashion choices. Dads, we just can't hack it. It's a battle I've long since surrendered.For a long time in our house, each morning was the same: When it came time for Charley to get dressed for preschool, I would put together an outfit and present it to the princess. (My wife leaves for work before Charley and I get ready.)
Inevitably, the first outfit suggested is always denied. Always.
Then, we move on to the second outfit. It, too, usually is denied, typically for some small reason, like having long sleeves instead of short sleeves, or having an orange flower on it instead of a pink flower, or maybe Cinderella is pictured on the left side of the shirt instead of the right side.
And so it goes until we finally find an outfit with which the princess is agreeable.
Eventually, I adopted a new philosophy when getting Charley ready for school: "Just tell me what you want to wear."
What's that, sweetie? A gray T-shirt with a heart on it, a pink tutu, yellow leggings with stripes and purple shoes with sparkles? Go for it. I concede. I used to love the show "Punky Brewster," anyway.
(Bet you didn't think you'd get a "Punky Brewster" reference today, did you? I aim to please.)
Every morning, my wife texts me and asks what Charley wore to school. Sometimes, she asks me to snap a picture with my phone and send it to her. Needless to say, she typically is horrified by the outfit that was chosen.
And hair? Don't even get me started on hair. My daughter won't even let me do anything to her hair, except brush it, and I'm not terribly good at that. Everything else - ponytails, pigtails, clips, bows and anything involving hairspray - is handled by her mother.
She'll even say, literally, "Dad, you're not very good at hair. Let Mommy do it."
So, yes, today - and every day - I am grateful for moms and for a wife who is a terrific mom.
On Friday, some dear friends of mine, Jeremy and Ashley Hallback, welcomed a new baby daughter into the world. I can't think of a better Mother's Day weekend gift than a new little girl.
Indeed, to all moms - across the generations - today we say, simply, thank you. You are our everything.
Trainor is the senior staff writer at the Index-Journal. Contact him at 943-5650; email firstname.lastname@example.org. You can follow him on Twitter @IJCHRISTRAINOR. Views expressed in this column are those of the writer only and do not represent the newspaper's opinion.