Although moms and dads are equal in stature in a family, it seems moms are a little more sacred. I’ve never forgotten Mother’s Day, yet, the same can’t be said for Father’s Day. I love my dad just as much as I love my mom, yet I always remember her special days. Maybe it’s because dads are supposed to be the tough, gruff characters that don’t really get in to things like Father’s Day or birthdays. After all, they’re men and those kinds of things just don’t matter that much. Moms, on the other hand, are supposed to be pampered and taken care of. And, in most cases, they are.
My dad took me everywhere when I was a kid. I remember going to hockey practice at 6 A.M. at Adams Ice Center in Lethbridge, which was clear across the city from where we lived. My dad would drive me there and hang around for an hour until I was finished. If I had to be anywhere, my dad would make sure I got there. I’d go to work with my dad, go fishing with him, and do everything else that a father does with a child.
Unfortunately, he was also the head disciplinarian. My mom would just have to utter those seven dreaded words we all heard growing up…”just wait until your father gets home.” That was it. I’d be watching the clock, counting down the seconds until my dad would walk through that front door. We eventually learned to avoid doing anything that would lead to the uttering of those words. Oh, how I hated those words.
While dad was out working, mom was taking care of everything else. Cooking, cleaning, bandaging the cuts and bruises, hugging, encouraging, making sure we were off to school on time, making sure we had clean clothes and making sure all of our homework was done. The list goes on and on and on. It’s impossible to remember all of the little things that moms do along the course of a lifetime, but it’s a lot! So we lump everything into one day to show how much we care and appreciate all that they do.
To all of the moms out there, Happy Mother’s Day!