My mom knows I have a demented sense of humor. It has taken her decades to accede to my uncensored opinions and conversations.
Ordinarily, I don’t go out of my way to buy a Mother’s Day gift, since a homemade gift comes straight from the heart. A couple of years ago, I decided to create a template for future gifts to replace overrated and overpriced boxes of Godiva which sell out. My gift? A specially designed greeting card personalized for my mother. I presented it on Mother’s Day with great anticipation and was deflated when she didn’t find it amusing.
I realize that most won’t follow my example and would rather buy their mom something special. If you truly want to show her your appreciation, here are some suggestions:
1. Gold plated tweezers. For those women of 50 and over, who have begun to resemble billy goats with their white facial chin hair growing willy nilly, why not buy them a beautiful gold plated tweezer gift set? One day it will come in handy when our financial system implodes and the only way to obtain a week old loaf of bread is by bartering a gold tweezer gift set.
2. Wheelchair/walker wine glass holder – this gift is perfect for grandmothers who have trouble ambulating with ease and require a walker or one of those motorized wheelchairs that able-bodied shoppers use at Walmart. Buy her this cheap plastic gadget, fill it with wine and send her on her way to aisle 9 for 25 rolls of toilet paper and super-absorbent Depends.
3. Ironic, mean coffee mug – What mother out there hasn’t received one of those crappy “I LOVE MOM” mugs? I hate those things. If I were a mom, I would sit my kid down and say “look, you need to get more creative if you are going to win my approval. I don’t need another mug. I don’t need another stick figure drawing either, so figure something out. The best gift will be if you can change that smelly, ammonia ridden hamster cage, or help me fold clothing for the next month.”
Surprise your mom with a funny, ironic mug like the “Charlie Brown & Snoopy” one I bought my mom several years ago. When I proudly handed it to her, she said to me, “what the hell is wrong with you? You know I have girlfriends.” Precisely. What better way to rile her? Come on, moms need to lighten up.
My mom did the best she could raising me on her own until she remarried when I turned 12. I am very grateful for all she has done for me throughout my life. The most memorable and one that can rarely be done (without having to refinance your house or work bagging groceries until you are 90) is sending your kid to college. In the 90s, my mom was able to send me to college on one salary. Wow, have times changed!
One of the most invaluable things she taught me was how to be a big girl and go potty on my own. Potty training surely paid off since now I use the bathroom on my own, read a fashion magazine all morning and even eat Kettle potato chips for breakfast.
Ok, there are VERY FEW things I can take seriously in life. Mother’s Day is one of them. Obviously, I love my mom. We share much in common besides our love of fashion and food. One of my proudest moments was when I convinced her to watch the show BREAKING BAD. At first she found it too dark and violent, but after forcing her to watch 3 episodes, she was hooked. She became so entranced with the series that she binged watched 4 seasons back-to-back over a weekend without seeing the light of day. As the dutiful daughter, I lovingly turned her over on my bed to prevent bed sores. One of our conversations about the show went like this:
Mom: I had no idea about this “Meth” drug and how it is made until now.
Me: Yeh, I can’t believe you can Google how to make it, and then find your face blown off while you are trying to make it in your kitchen.
Mom: I could never do that drug. How can you go through life without teeth, scabs all over your face, slowly rotting brain and dirty unwashed hands?
Me: I know right? And why would you want to stay up for days on end? I love sleep. It is the only time I am not obsessing about things.
Mom: The only good thing about it is that it keeps you thin. After 50, I can’t eat a slice of pie without walking it off for one week.
Me: Mmmm, pie. That sounds good. I’ll go get some.
Yes, many of us don’t get along with our mothers. But if you have a relationship with your mother, then celebrate her year round, not just on the second Sunday in May. On July 20th, surprise her with a mug that says “I hope you haven’t written me out of your Will yet.” If she laughs, then she’s a keeper. If she doesn’t, then fill in the blanks.
Finally, my buddy was in DC this week and spotted these striped ceramic canisters at Jonathan Adler. Don’t you think your mom deserves one that says “White Lies” or “Quaaludes?” He even sells one for “Prozac” or “Ganja” (which hopefully will become legalized in all 50 states by the time Hillary Clinton becomes President.)
Jonathan is a clever devil, but I think he should add “Nexium”, “Lipitor”, “Boniva” and “Street-purchased Percocet” to this tableau.
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May 8, 2014 at 8:32 pm
Everyone loves some Monika! She is, and always has been 4’11” and 90 pounds of fun loving, polish fury.
May 8, 2014 at 9:23 pm
M, you know all the Polish moms and they sure are spit fires. But please girlfriend. Your exposure to them in Chicago must be one wild ride.
May 8, 2014 at 2:21 pm
Jonathan Adler is missing a major marketing opportunity without a “Mother’s Little Helper” jar this month. Btw, billy goats aren’t just 50+. You know I want some of those gold tweezers for my bday please.
May 8, 2014 at 2:22 pm
Yup, you got that right JoJo. I think I will Tweet Adler about that now.