The responsibility for Mothers’ Day greetings and presents is one of the three or so things my wife and I argue about. My position, of course, is that my wife is not MY mother. She argues, in truth but that is not the issue here, that she is the mother of my children. Perhaps this is one of those controversies you can identify with and perhaps even have experienced yourself.
One of the problems with our different perspectives is that the resolution (I am always wrong) requires late action and fast thinking.
We happened to spend a good part of last night at a wedding social in Winnipeg. The honorees included the individual who will be my last graduate student. Anyway, this is an event that seems unique to Manitoba and involves a great party part of which includes the opportunity to purchase chances on prizes. The proceeds from the drawings will go to the bride and groom. So, as things often work out for me, I won a “sports gear” prize.
We are riding back to Grand Forks today and I began thinking about the general topic of Mothers’ Day. I realized that I had no present and I would likely soon be getting the silent treatment. I concentrated and thought of a solution.
One of the prizes from the sports basket seems absolutely perfect. I am promoting this as a “I just want you to be safe when we ride our Ranger on the trails” gift. What do you think? She looks pleased – I think.
Best wishes to all you mothers. Remember every curmudgeon must have had a mother.