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When do you need a mother's day the most?

Tell us about those days when it feels like the universe is out to punish you for being a mom?

  • There's projectile vomit on your power suit. You shut the car door and realize you've locked your keys in it, with your child.

    Yet somehow, at the end of the day, it's all worth it.

    Share your stories of the days when it feels like you need mother's day the most.

    (Be sure to include your full name and city, if you'd like to be considered for the paper.)
  • My husband travels occasionally and my job requires, at times, to be ready to comment on company earnings the morning they are released. I found myself recently sitting at the breakfast table, husband probably eating a civilized lunch somewhere in London, reading a press release on my iPad and attempting to absorb the key financial information I needed to know before dropping the kids off at daycare in 15 minutes and rushing into the office in time for my meeting. My 5 year-old was counting to 100 out loud repeatedly and my 2 year-old was telling me about his dirty diaper. Most analysts probably have the luxury of sitting quietly at their desk sipping coffee while reviewing a company's earnings. I figure that multi-tasking on this level deserves a pedicure.
  • Aug., 1939. Father is missing? His workplace mysteriously burns down. We are evicted from a company house. WWII is declared in Sep 1933. We are forced to move back to my mom's parents home. Mom holds 3 jobs to keep us afloat. The struggle was worth it. They were the years of my life and I am currently writing about it ... thanks to my mom.
  • Sorry about the WWII typo. It was 1939 of course.
  • It was the days that I got negative feedback from the teachers. In 36 years of elementary and high school teachers they were mostly a negative lot. Don't get me wrong my kids were not a piece of cake but the teachers weren't terribly helpful. I can honestly say that my daughter got to law school and my son into computer science despite them not because of them
  • The first year of my daughter's life was the best and most difficult year of my life. When she was just 3 months old, I went back to school to finish up my nursing program while my husband took parental leave. It was financially and emotionally stressful. Add to this the fact that my own mother was quite ill and passed away somewhat unexpectedly when my baby was just nine months old- well, it was a really tough year. My first Mother's Day was bittersweet- it was also my first without my mom. I'm hoping this year will be a bit easier!
  • From the other side of the relationship: Me and mom are close, and always have been; probably moreso than dad and I. While dad took care of me while I was sick, and taught me a lot of my values, my mother was never afraid to let me be intellectually exploratory, from giving me money for books to unceasingly letting me wander bookstores and the Science Centre.

    Amidst all the struggles my parents have had raising myself and my sister, I try to make both my parents know that I appreciate them, and more often than not, that's me and mom sitting on the front porch on a summer evening, quietly enjoying each other's company, hands wrapped around cups of tea.

    My mother's a blessed woman; a tiger to everyone else but me, her perpetually little boy :). I can give her no higher credit than to say that I would do any thing for her, and do it happily. Love you, mama! :)
  • That being a stay-at-home mom is a thankless, unpaid, unseen job did not really hit home for me until I began divorce proceedings. In an affidavit presented by my ex to the court he stated that he had been primary caregiver to our 3 sons for the 18 years that we had been married stating that I essentially did nothing during the marriage.
    I had been an NSERC scholar doing my master's degree, accepted to a PhD program with a scholarship and gave it up to care for our special needs child, a choice any family would make if they could afford it. I had taken him to and from his hospital/specialist appointments several times a week in addition to cooking nutritious meals, cleaning house, and ferrying the other 2 kids to their regular activities. I had served many positions on the Home and School Board, volunteered several times a week at the school and in kids activites. My duties as a parent continue today although divided in half with my ex. Is there proof that I was a committed parent and homemaker to my children? On paper, apparently not; but in truth: the proof is in the pudding.
  • The idea that being a stay-at-home mom is a thankless, unpaid, unseen job did not really hit home for me until I began divorce proceedings. In an affidavit presented by my ex to the court, he stated that he had been primary caregiver to our 3 sons for the 18 years that we had been married.
  • I had been an NSERC scholar doing my Master's degree, accepted into a PhD program with a scholarship and gave it up to care for our eldest special needs child and his 2 brothers. Not only did I cook nutritious meals and make an clean and orderly home, I served many positions on the Home and school board and volunteered several times a week at the school and at various activities. I took my eldest to all of his hospital/specialist appointments as well as ferried the other 2 to their activites, baked them their birthday cakes etc. etc. Essentially, I was The Ubermom! Is there proof of this? On paper, apparently not; but to me: THE PROOF IS IN THE PUDDING.
  • The same day as mother's day, when my step kids go see their biological mother, and I'm left a 'mother', without mother's day.

  • Two months ago my husband went away on business so I was left alone with our 20 month old and our dog. The first night before I went to sleep I took the dog outside, and when I came back in I locked the door:both the padlock and the lock on the handle. In the morning I woke up before my son and thought hey, I'll take the dog out. I took him out, closed the door behind me only to realize: I forgot to unlock the lock on the knob. It was 6:15 in the morning and there I was, in my glasses and pjs with my dog, locked out with my son sleeping inside. I had to knock on my neighbours door and wake him up and beg him to call me a locksmith. He did and was very nice about it. It took 15 minutes for him to find one that would answer the phone and it was an hour before the guy got there. 20 minutes, a new doorknob and $415 later, I was in. I have never been so stressed out in my life and it occured to me, I need a break lol
  • Another example of my current circumstances: two weeks ago, my husband broke his leg. It was a crappy severe break and he had to have surgery on his ankle at the same time. Ever since then he has been laid up on the couch in the basement unable to work or move around, which means that I am currently doing everything, including getting up at 5:30 am to deal with the dog and get my son ready for daycare before leaving for my hour long commute to work, all the chores, garbage etc...and did I mention I am pregnant with our second lol. I am sincerely hoping for a special mothers day this year :)
  • Every day. My mom died of breast cancer when I was 16, and I'm not yet a mother.
  • Mom was the one who worked a full-time job and held the world together when Dad died suddenly when I was 9, brother 16 months, sister a newborn. Through her we knew we were loved, cherished, and a safe, stable family. There were hard times and she went without a lot (new clothes, nights out, travel, little luxuries) so we could all feel like a normal family. I don't forget the sacrifices she made out of love for us, and one day isn't enough to celebrate the healthy, normal family we became. Every day I'm grateful, 15 years later.
  • Ms. Moi and Rungirl, if you come back and read this, I'd love to connect with you. Pls email me at tpearce (at) globeandmail (dot) com
  • I'm a single Mom with two teenagers. I just recently returned to work from a leave after nearly 6 months due to a very painful surgery on my foot. I was in a wheelchair for 3 months but it took another couple months to walk. My kids were there for me the whole time. They cooked, cleaned, and my daughter did the laundry and they both took care of all my needs as well. My son drove me to the hospital for doctors appts and also did all the groceries during that time. I would not have made it through all those months without them. I am so grateful they were there for me. I would love a Mother's Day that the three of of could share together as my thanks to them for being there for me during a very difficult time. They are my life and I love them with all my heart.
  • My mother died in September of 2011, and I am ony 28 years old. I would give anything to have one more mothers day with her. I wish I had one more time to show her how special she was and how much I appreciaed her. I never showed her the love she deserved to have from her daughter and I regret that. She was a single mom with no one to help her and she worked so hard to give us what we wanted and we could and should of done so much more for her. We were selfish kids and stressed her out so much all the time whether it be problems in school or with friends or just us screaming at each other. Unlike my father my mother loved us unconditionally as all mothers do, and all she ever wanted was for us to be happy. She always understood us and never judged us. The only reason I have any success today is because of her. If I could go back I wouldn't wait until Mothers Day to celebrate her, I would of everyday because mothers are special and we only ever have one true mom.
  • I met my husband in 2004 and happily embraced his life - two daughters and all. I had always thought being a mom didn't fit for me, but I gave everything of
  • To his girls - making lunches, helping with homework, late night feedings and diaper changes, recitals and practices. In 2009 we got married with his daughters' blessings. I have worked full time throughout our relationship - as a social worker, developmental counsellor, and then as a teacher - and this year I finally
  • Realised that being a mom 'fit' for me - I already was one. So for the first time, I am going to be a 'real' mom - we are expecting our first, due September 5th. I feel very lucky that I was able to experience being a mom to my beautiful stepdaughters, because they made me realise how great it is to be a parent. I hope to have a very happy mother's day to celebrate that. :)
  • I'm not quite old enough to be a mother but I'd like to share just how special mine is to me. She is my bestest friend, my closest confidante. When my heart is hurting, she's always there, telling me it's gonna be all right. When my day is feeling happy, all I want is to share it with her.
  • And I would also like to add that she knows me better then I'll ever know myself. No one could ever compare to her. My mother is my joy, my happiness, my heart, she is my soul and I'm comletely in love with her!! She makes everything alright. She makes my world a safe place to be. She is magic. She amazes me in ways I'll never be able to explain. My mother is the reason I believe in love the way I do. I know it exists because I've experienced it with her. No one will ever take her place within my heart. No one will ever make me change the way I feel. I know no one's perfect but I'll tell you something... She's comes pretty damn close :) At least to me. I love you, Mom! Happy mothers day!
  • I really struggled returning from Maternity Leave. In the year I was gone, colleagues had been promoted (including my mat leave replacement) and major projects had come and gone. While I was sulking, my son's daycare called to tell me that he had spiked a fever and thought he needed to go to the Dr. While on our way, he had a febrile seizure and we ended up in the ER. Just hours before, I had been complaining about work and now I was holding an unresponsive 2 year old in my arms. That day gives me my perspective.
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