For anyone who still has a mom.
This afternoon I got a craving. I got a piece of swiss cheese, a dill pickle, some mayo, and cheap yellow mustard, and I made a kind of sandwich I used to have for lunch everyday when I was in 6th grade. It tasted exactly the way I remembered. Eating it put me in a reflective mood. I thought about how I loved these sandwiches for a while, then got sick of them, and didn't eat any of them again for 45 years. In those intervening decades, though, did I ever ONCE think about the woman who made them?
Every school morning for a year she took the 5 minutes to slice the pickle and slap on the mustard and mayo and cheese, and then wrap it. I didn't do it for myself, the thought never occurred to me. And when I grew to loathe them, did I thank her and ask her to make something else? Probably not. And, thinking about it further, did I take her labor for granted? Sounds like something I'd do.
My mother died about 20 years ago, an unhappy, unhealthy, unfulfilled woman. I can't help but wonder if my not thanking her for my swiss cheese sandwiches, and for all the thousands of other things that moms do (and kids take for granted) contributed to her unhappiness. I earnestly hope not. I can't say "Thank you" any more. But maybe I can help another over-worked, under-appreciated woman avoid my mother's fate. This weekend is Mother's Day. Before Sunday, stop and think about your own "Swiss Cheese Sandwich". And then on Sunday talk to your mom about it and thank her. When you're older, and don't have a mom anymore, you'll be glad you did.