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Inconsiderate Mom Award

I’ve had a huge mental barrier about writing this post. I know that we, as normal people, hate to make ourselves look bad and open up our less than attractive traits for the world to see. However, this has been clawing at me to get out and onto “paper” since it happened.

Mother’s Day is not the easiest day for my family. I don’t demand things or gripe that it’s My Day or any of that other garbage. I’m just a horrible “receiver”.

On past Mother’s Days I have, at different times, been presented with breakfast in bed (4 hours after I was ready to be out of bed… cold food/coffee…) and a single rose (the only bloom on my rose bush in the front yard) and left all by myself for peace and quiet (while the rest of the family laughs and talks and plays during their breakfast in the kitchen). So I thank my loving, generous, and kind family… and say “Please no more breakfasts in bed… I’d much rather enjoy breakfast with you guys!” I also may or may not have grumbled about having my only rose plucked from my bush.

This year, Sierra said “I don’t know why we do breakfast for you… it never ends well.” I felt like crap that I make them feel like their gifts aren’t appreciated. The SENTIMENT is always appreciated. But I feel like if it’s a gift FOR me, it should be something I want and enjoy.

So… this Mother’s Day, I got up at my normal time and spent some time hanging out with everyone. Anna was generously, once again, trying to please the unpleasable mommy. When I went to the kitchen for my lovingly prepared breakfast, I officially requested that we start going out for brunch on Mother’s Day.

My sweet daughter had placed on a (paper) plate:

  • One apple – Rarely has she actually seen me eat one of these… and I don’t eat sugar/carbs in the morning because it makes my blood sugar spike/drop and I get sick.
  • One container of yogurt – expired
  • 3 pieces of bacon – shaped into a smiley face! AWESOMENESS
  • 1 Bagel – still cold from the refrigerator and only slightly toasted
  • Jam – see above about carbs and blood sugar

She stood in the kitchen, SO disappointed, while I put the bagel back in the toaster, threw away the yogurt, put the apple back in the fruit basket, and fried myself an egg for a Bacon, Egg, and Cheese bagel. YES I felt like shit. YES I knew I hurt her feelings. But as my friend Heather (who was visiting) said that morning “I’ve only been here 3 weeks and I know you don’t eat sugars in the morning…”inconsideratemomaward

I know that it makes my family think they can’t possibly please me. Hell, it makes ME feel like I’m completely inconsiderate and ungrateful. No amount of kisses and hugs and “thank you for trying, baby” will make her feel like less of a failure that morning. But really, who accepts gifts that make them unhappy, lonely, or physically ill?

I know I should be more laid back about receiving gifts… but I’m not. And, if you’ve known me for longer than five minutes, you’ll know I probably won’t ever be. I’m just not programmed to paste on a smile and go with the flow. So I guess that means I get the Inconsiderate Mom Award. Uh… yay me…

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  • Gina May 19, 2011, 11:04 am

    i commend you for writing this piece as in some people’s eyes, you don’t come out good in the story. It hit home for me because my father is kind of like you…he’s impossible to buy for (in my opinion) and i’ve gotten my feelings hurt on numerous occasions trying to buy for him. Truthfully, i blame myself. He tells me what he wants (gift certificate to Home Depot or Lowes) but i always think i can impress him with different items that i think he SHOULD like. That i would like if i were him. And there is the problem, i’m not him.

    • Ida Davidson May 19, 2011, 1:21 pm

      Your dad is just as lucky as I am. He’s got a great daughter that wants to go above and beyond to make him happy. Unfortunately, for those we love, we’re kind of pains in the ass because all we want is the simple.


  • ladykatza May 19, 2011, 12:23 pm

    I can completely understand this sentiment, honestly. Good on you for being willing to explain it.

    • Ida Davidson May 19, 2011, 1:33 pm

      Thank you. It wasn’t the easiest thing to write down and put out here, but for some reason I couldn’t allow myself to write another entry until this one as out. Couldn’t force myself past it.

  • Xany May 19, 2011, 8:27 pm

    mommy number three, you da bomb, and now I’m going to get off your blog before I see something I don’t want to.

    I luf you!!

    • Ida Davidson May 19, 2011, 9:10 pm

      LOL! Nothing like that here, my love. And thank you. *HUG*

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