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Seeing we had done such a magnificent job of celebrating Mother’s Day last year, Dad and I decided to outdo ourselves and went into a planning frenzy. After all, last year Mom said with tears in her eyes, that it had been the most wonderful day of her life.
We woke her early so she could make breakfast for us. We didn’t want to miss a moment of fun! After she cleaned up, we all piled into the car. Mom asked where we were going. Dad grinned, “It’s a surprise.” Mom settled back in her seat, and sighed.
Forty-five minutes later, Dad pulled into a parking lot and Mom opened her eyes. “Oh. The river,” she said with a decided lack of enthusiasm, I don’t understand why. We know she spends so much time in the house looking after us we wanted to treat her to something special and Dad and I love fishing. Plus he had just bought a new rod the day before that he wanted to test out, although he did tell Mom she could use it if she wanted to and was really careful with it.
She helped us lug the fishing poles and bait to the riverbanks. Once there, Dad set up the three chairs, and Mom opened the bait box. “Oh good, Sheila. Can you bait my hook for me?” Dad held out his hook while Mom bravely stabbed a wriggling worm on it. I pro-offered mine and she did the same thing. When we handed Mom her fishing rod she said it was all right and she would just watch us, as she felt a little faint.
We had the loveliest day on the river and Dad landed several large trout he just knew Mom would love to clean and fillet for dinner. Mom smiled that enigmatic smile I think all mothers share.
It was quite late in the afternoon when we got home, and Dad told Mom not to worry about filleting the fish right then, and he would make dinner; she was to put her feet up and enjoy the rest. I went in to help him. “Sheila? Where do you keep the potatoes? Sheila? Where are the spices? Sheila, blast it all, why is the meat still frozen?” Before long Mom was in the kitchen helping Dad.
When we eventually sat down to eat, Dad told me a million times why it was important that I honour my mother, and cooking a meal for her was one way to show it. Dad forgot several important items and so Mom was up and down a good few times during the meal fetching things, but at the end Dad noticed it and said she simply mustn’t do it, that he wanted her to spare herself, so he got up and fetched the dessert himself. Dad also explained to Mom several times how wonderful he was for cooking a meal for his favourite ‘gal’. Mom laughed and told him she had tasted none better.
When dinner was over, Dad offered to clean up, but Mom said that she would much rather do it, and so we let her, because it was her day, and we wanted to humour her.
When I kissed Mom good night I told her that next year Dad and I wanted to make sure her Mother’s Day was even better. She hugged me and said not to try too hard, she wasn’t sure she could handle another day like today. I sure am glad Dad and I could give her the perfect day!
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