Mother's day is coming up. I think I have my gifts in order, but there is one thing I don't have: volunteers.
That's right, kids, it's the pancake breakfast time again and I'm rounding up the troops to cook and serve and smile. We generally have the same folks come in and help us, but I'm always wanting to get some new friends to call on. I've got a letter I'm going to send out that I believe might make some people help.
Or make them vomit.
But I'm willing to risk both.
Varna Volunteers!
We're having a pancake breakfast this Sunday. It's also Mother's Day!
We do, of course, need volunteers to set up, serve, and clean up. The Varna Community Association would love your help.
I was thinking about the quandary of Mother's day gifts, and I believe I have an answer for you.
What better way to show your mom that you love her than to show her that you learned how to share with your community? Invite her to the breakfast, have a tasty meal, and then lend a hand in clearing your places and putting on an apron. Imagine how proud she'll be!
Or, if you have children who don't know what to get mom, how about augmenting the marigold in a styrofoam cup with a show of kindness and devotion to the ideals imparted by the most influential woman in their lives?
I'm encouraging you to think of the women in your life who've made you the tender-hearted person that you are. Think about honoring them by showing affection for your friends and neighbors on Sunday.
Email me if you're interested, and I hope to hear from you.
I read it to BrilliantEditor who looked at me as if I had lit a fire in front of his face. "It's good, Dot, but it might be too much."
He's right, of course, but those of us who sometimes get our feathers ruffled (to say the least) with our mothers may need a little reminding of who has acted as a mom to them and what would make them happy. Sure some expensive chocolates from Belgium might be nice, but how about those chocalates and the reassurance that your baby listened to you when you told him to be nice?
Of course, to insert some of the patent pending Dotty Parker irony, I called my mom to invited her. Rather than saying she didn't want to come (and she later admitted that she didn't) she skirted the issue by making excuses for someone else and how tired those people might be.
Sigh.
I was sure she'd come. Last Christmas she told us that she didn't need anything for Christmas because BE and I had spent the day taking care of a woman with Alzheimer's. She said that it made her feel so good that we cared so much about people. She was proud of us and proud of herself.
Now that it's mother's day, of course, she's still proud, but she's taking care of herself by staying home. It's bizarre, isn't it? I was hoping to make her feel special and proud by having her come by and see what BE and I do in our community. Instead, she's staying home and doing what she wants. And I'm kind of ticked off.
I'm trying to remind myself that mother's day is for her, not me. I'm trying to remind myself that I do this stuff because I want to, not because I want her to see me doing it.
Then I remind myself that I do want her to be proud of me.
Maybe mother's day is more stressful for mothers than I thought.
At any rate, she's getting some beautiful fabric out of the deal.
Posted by dotty at May 4, 2004 11:15 AM