May 03, 2018

Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop - May 3 2018, A Twofer

I am participating in Mama Kat's Writers Workshop again. I've been gone a long time, but I am confident you all got along great during my absence.

I am doing TWO prompts today (perhaps to make up for my lapse in submissions):

List of Mother's Day Must-Haves

I am going to assume that you mean MY list of must-haves, not the list of those popular consumer items all other mothers want. The items in my list, for the most part, can't be purchased in stores.

1. A recognition of the holiday from each of the children. A Facebook message will suffice. This is a no-pressure holiday for me. In fact, other than the acknowledgement, I'd prefer to think I have no children at all on Mother's Day. That means:

  • No requests for any of my many talents
  • No whining within my earshot
  • No display of my substantive cooking skills

2. In short, I want to be left alone. Let me think kindly of you (my children) as I do exactly as I please for this one day. I may not get out of bed. I may sit and crochet all day, or watch Netflix, or play mindless online games (real and those of my own choosing).

3. I'd like to be able to pretend, for this 24 hour period, that I have no children (other than the perfect beings I imagine you are in my head). I want to feel utterly unnecessary for anyone's well-being or happiness, unless:

  • the grandkids come. Then I want to pull out all the stops and spoil them rotten, as is my wont to do. In my grandmotherly way, I will encourage the darlings to acknowledge and show appreciation for their own mother's efforts.

It's a day to reflect on this motley crew we call family, and how lucky I am to be in their midst. 

Just don't ask me to do anything to prove my love and devotion. You'll just have to trust me on that.


The last couple of years, time has been tricking me. The days often seem so long, and yet, the month flies by. The grandkids are growing older and growing up too quickly for me. We are running out of babies, and that is wholly unacceptable. As my lap expands, the number of kids who still want me to snuggle them is shrinking. I may have to rent myself out to the infant and young toddler set to get my fill.

And I thought I'd have some wisdom to share by now, but time has not made me wiser; it has only made me older, and increased the aches and pains (and I now sport some gray hairs).

I know I am on the downhill slope of life, and feel like I've been wasting too much time waiting to do or become something more than I am right now, instead of grabbing every drop of life I can while I still can do it. Things have got to change around here, of that I am sure. Time's a wastin', after all.

Half our time is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.      
Will Rogers