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Recently, I found myself rewatching “The Little Mermaid” for what feels like the millionth time. It was my first time viewing it in years, yet it still held the same charm and wit as it did when I first saw it back in the 1980s. One part that really resonates with me is when Ariel sings, “I’ve got gadgets and gizmos aplenty, I’ve got whosits, and whatsits galore. Thingamabobs? I’ve got twenty! But, who cares? No big deal, I want more…” This sentiment mirrors what I’ve been contemplating as Mother’s Day approaches—I don’t need more material possessions either. What I truly yearn for is a glowing review on my “Mommy Page.”
Allow me to elaborate.
Recently, I took a road trip with one of my adult daughters, which turned out to be eye-opening for both of us. During our six-hour drive, she began, “Remember when…” and recounted a complex conflict resolution theory I had shared with her when she was just nine years old. I was taken aback that she remembered such a random lesson from so long ago. “Oh, I apply it all the time, Mom!” she said. In a world where it’s easy to focus on our failures, hearing her recall this small piece of wisdom was incredibly uplifting.
Earlier that day, she mentioned our beloved “criss-cross” cookies and the songs we used to sing while baking them. Although that was special, nothing compared to her acknowledging a lesson I had almost forgotten.
As Mother’s Day nears, retailers are preparing for the big day, and many grown children are getting ready to swipe their credit cards for gifts that, let’s face it, most moms don’t really need. Every year, my kids ask what I want, and I usually tell them to grab yet another pair of pajamas, slippers, or a robe. Sometimes I even request candles or bubble baths—amusing, given that I rarely get the chance to unwind!
This year, however, I want to shift the focus. Instead of material items, I’d prefer a metaphorical 5-star Yelp review. For Mother’s Day, I hope my kids come to brunch ready to share a cherished memory from their childhoods—whether it’s about a special party I threw, the mercy I showed during tough times, or the holiday traditions that hold meaning for them.
As I pondered this, countless memories flooded back—like all the hours I spent driving them to various activities. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could log those hours and redeem them later for extra time at the end of our lives? Eventually, I reminded myself that it’s not my job to remember all the little things I did as a mom; that’s up to my kids. My responsibility is to remember my own mother and all she did for me, especially as I grew older.
I can’t speak for every mom, but for me, it’s clear: we have plenty of gadgets and gizmos, but what we truly want is recognition. I propose that Mother’s Day transforms into a day of gratitude akin to a springtime Thanksgiving. I would much rather hear my children express their appreciation for my efforts rather than see them scrambling to buy unnecessary gifts.
So, kids—this Mother’s Day, save your money and simply share a fond memory or lesson, or even a tender moment I might have forgotten amid the chaos of raising you all. What mothers really want is to know you remember. Though, if you must, I won’t turn down that bubble bath!
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