Mother’s Day
It was Mother’s Day. A few friends decided to celebrate the mothers in our circle. The kids worked with the fathers to make the arrangements.
A nice cake was baked and garnished. The living room was decorated in a friend’s home. Fortuitously, his wife was out of town and returned that day. So it was possible to keep it all a surprise. It was going to be great.
It was the appointed time, and everyone gathered. The women were overjoyed seeing the festive environment. It was all very exciting. Everyone was laughing, talking and celebrating. Everyone except a restless toddler who hadn’t eaten anything all day.
The table was set, the cake was placed on it and the mothers were invited to cut the cake. They went and sat down with the children. We were waiting impatiently to get it done so we could go and pick the food up that we had ordered.
Meanwhile behind the decked table the toddler’s mother was feeding the child. We hadn’t noticed that she had stepped away into the kitchen and prepared food for the kid while everyone was partying.
Right then and there we truly understood the meaning of Mother’s Day. And why it was celebrated thus.
To a mother, no celebration means anything when her child is unhappy. Not even the best cake is worth having when the child is hungry. Dinner time is after the child is fed no matter how late it gets.
Happy Mother’s Day!
