As I sit down to write you a quick reminder that a special day will close up this first week of May, I think of all the days and events we humans now celebrate. Dog days, dark days, sibling days, snow days, bank days–there may even be a National Rooster Day where we are to crow with the rising sun. Though each of these days should be celebrated as they are indeed special to someone, Mother’s Day and Father’s Day have always been pretty special in my planner. With this in mind, below are a few gifts that may help mend some mother-child relationships while calling upon us to be as creative as ever to give gifts that keep on giving–in true motherly fashion, aye? For mother-women are often found to be giving of their bodies, their minds, their time, their spines, every little day.
5 Mother’s Day Gifts That Give Back
- Plants, plants, plants. Rather than buying the fancy blooms which wilt away the moment received, purchase some plants you can pot in the most convenient way for your mum. If she’s an avid gardener, buy her seeds to sow her own life. If she’s a baker buy that lavender, that basil, for her to add to her next batch of warmed love. If she’s a designer, plant them in tea cups to offer her guests some greenery at her next party. For further direction, peep Kenzie Mastroe’s post on “How to make a tea cup flower pot.”
- Though this may seem a tad commercial, Tom’s shoes has always been more than just shoes. Peruse their site at your own risk of finding relics
for yourself andfor your fave mother-women that will go on to help others in various modes. You still have time for two-day shipping if you get click happy today.
- In typical “Throwback Thursday” fashion, I implore you to recycle, reuse, re-purpose with your momma in mind. Salvage frames from local antique or thrift stores and fill them with your face. Or better yet, call upon someone handy to carve you frames out of sticks your wee ones find in your yard (my tot’s fave activity). If your yard is barren, find frames about your house you are not using, or see if a grandparent has a frame or two they could pass onto you. Then the gift becomes two-fold with something new (your photograph) and something old. Something used by a relative and passed onto your momma will be the special-est. This could be a super rad tradition, methinks.
- This day is meant to celebrate all mother-women. Whether their babes have grown up and out of their arms with intention or in the most untimely circumstance, these mother-women deserve to have their day illuminated in love. An ideal way to celebrate the mother-women of all shapes that surround you is to donate to a cause in their name, in their honor. As mentioned, choose a cause that would remind them of their wee ones who left their arms, their houses, too soon–for they all leave to soon, don’t they?
- Now that I’ve a babe of my own, I fully realize that you are and forever shall be your momma’s greatest gift. Perhaps you could allow her to lead you ’round on her day of days? Because Time is as short and fickle as it is long and winding. My wee one is but two, and I feel as if Time just eats him up right in front of me. Gone are his little baby folds of skin, his coos and caas. Time is such a beastly thing as it is invisible, making us restless in our day to day–almost as if we will Time to end its maddening feast. We toss/turn each night only to dig our heals into the earth when first rising. “Just stop it, Time,” us mother-women say. Just let me love my babes as often and as deep as I want, paying no mind to the crumbs of dirt and dew we stand upon. Alas, Time must grab any ground we’ve gained straight out from under us, and shake, shake, shake. It is my conclusion that offering yourself up for a full day to the mother-woman of your life is the ultimate gift. (No electronic devices allowed, please.) Together, we can remember each particle of dirt danced upon with our mothers before our own babies were ever born. At Mother’s Day end, we can sleep long and hard encircling our babies of every kind, who are here and there and everywhere. Together, we can become mirrors of the moon just outside our billowed curtains.
May your Mother’s Day be the gift it was created for, that it was intended to be.