I’ve just celebrated my 2nd mother’s day. Well, it actually felt like it was the first one, because I wasn’t feeling particularly celebratory when the first one was upon me while we were still in Egypt.

I almost forgot this year’s mother’s day too, if not for the poster in the elevator, focusing on the hotel’s mother’s day promotion. H, MS and me thought we may as well kill two birds and so took mom out as well. Headed to Sheraton Subang for the high tea, but in truth, it was rather ordinary.

Anyway, I don’t feel like I need to be revered on that day. Sure, it’s nice to have a day when people remember mothers and all their sacrifices and contributions, but hey, that’s part and parcel of the roles we each play on this earth.

I’d much rather prefer it if my H were to acknowledge my role daily – no roses, cakes or expensive meals needed, just a thank you for the little things I do, and the occasional appreciative glance. I must say that I am blessed, because I do get all that from him, and more. All the more so now, after MS came into the picture. I often just go with the flow and do what I feel is within my scope of duties and responsibilties as a Muslim wife and mother, but he will embarrass me with his gushes of gratefulness and appreciation.

I’m not complaining, in fact I rather enjoy it – and perhaps that’s the reason why I don’t see the need to have the whole mother’s day shebang. So much so that I didn’t even realise that it was upon me.

BEsides, a lot of places are charging more than an arm and a leg for a mother’s day meal. Daylight robbery!! We’re getting bloody ridiculous in this respect. Everything’s being commercialised to a nauseating extent that it becomes hard to find the meaning behind the whole event. Just take them Ramadan buffets as a prime example. I wonder how much this year’s buffets will cost.

I’m not going to waste my money on overpriced Ramadan buffets – the only time I will grudgingly have to consider attending any of them is when it’s more to meet up with friends. I mean, how much can my poor stomach take in during the fasting month anyway?

I believe however, that I did eat H’s money’s worth for the mother’s day buffet. ;)

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