Five More Minutes
May 8, 2014
“Five more minutes mom, pleeeease!”
“Okay, but then I want you to brush your teeth and get in bed.”
Remember those conversations, or something similar. Maybe you wanted to play outside, or stay at the park, or watch TV for just five more minutes. As a child, the reasons we begged seem endless. We knew mom loved us enough that she’d usually say, “Okay, but just five more minutes.” It was that thrill of being granted ‘five more minutes’ that was like winning the biggest stuffed animal at the fair. Our faces lit up like a Christmas store display as we delighted in those treasured moments!
It’s childhood memories like these which make this Sunday so special, even though the initial concept of Mother’s Day was to be a day of prayer and devotion to mothers for their dedication and tireless contribution to the family, especially in the area of rearing children. Like other holidays, however, it quickly became commercialized and reduced to not much more than a Hallmark card and a phone call. If you live close to mom, the tradition over the past 106 years has been to treat her to dinner at her favorite restaurant. Seriously, how much can you really tell mom you love her with a card and flowers? A new vacuum cleaner…now that’s says love! (Oh wait, that’s me.)
But enough about me, we’re talking about the woman who sat up with you all night when you had a bad dream until you fell back to sleep. The mother who nursed your boo-boos and checked your closet for the boogey man before kissing you goodnight and leaving the door slightly open to alleviate your fears. This is the woman who changed your diaper while love was etched on every inch of her face when you were a baby and is still deeply etched in every wrinkle as you now help her into the car to take her to dinner for Mother’s Day.
Remember how mom made sure we weren’t late for school, even though sometimes we didn’t want to go. Remember how mom gave us ice cream when we had a sore throat, or taught us to say our prayers at night. Remember how mom tried to play ball with all our friends and we thought we’d be so embarrassed but it turned out she really was great catcher? Or, how we went fishing and mom actually baited her own hook.
Moms should be revered for their tireless devotion to our upbringing, because let’s face it, sometimes we were a tad ornery and hard to handle. And some of us were worse. Dickens, throw in siblings and mom deserves a medal of honor! Thus, I ask you, is dinner and a card or a bouquet of spring flowers really enough to express how much she’s loved? Not by a long shot, but it’s a start.
Therefore, in honor of moms everywhere I’d like to propose a new “Five More Minutes” tradition. The next time you feel like getting up from the table and taking mom home after treating her to dinner find one of those ‘five more minutes’ you begged for as a child and give it back to her. Then find ‘five more minutes’ when she asks you to help her do something for the umpteenth dozen time; and ‘five more minutes’ when she calls to just talk and tells you the same story again. Now is the time to give back to your mom those precious ‘five more minutes’ you begged for as a child. Mom deserves to feel like she just won the biggest stuffed animal at the fair, too. And you can give that to her whether she is with you or not, even if it’s with a simple prayer.
Love and blessings to all of you and Happy Mother’s Day to all moms and moms-to-be!
Smile, mom loves you!