Another Mother’s Day without my mom.
Leading up to the holiday a couple of weeks ago, I decided that
I wanted to proceed as though she were still here. This means that as Mother’s
Day approached, I went out in search of the perfect card, as I did every other
year when we had planned to spend it together. I looked at several places that
carried cards without much luck, until I stepped into the new neighborhood
Norman’s Hallmark.
It had never been easy finding just the right card that
captured all the sentiments for my mom that I especially appreciated that year.
At times I found the task overwhelming, and I always seemed to run out of time
having a bunch of runners up but rarely a clear winner. Out of desperation, I would
buy what I thought my mom would think was the prettiest one. For her to truly embrace
it, the card had to say “Mom,” not “Mother.”
When it came to her gift, I wanted to give her something she
wouldn’t splurge on for herself. For multiple years, we siblings chipped in for
an Etienne Aigner purse in burgundy leather or straw, since we were heading
into summer. Whether she liked it or not, she oohed and aahed, and I saw her
wearing it, too, which made the quest to find a bag she’d want to use all the
more satisfying.
The purse became too heavy to carry on her shoulder in her
later years, so I turned to the lightweight Vera Bradley collection. She seemed
to like these even more. She was gleeful with the colorful patterns and the plethora
of open pockets to keep her essentials, such as tissues and cough drops, easily
accessible.
With a selection of fine options at Norman’s – Hallmark
stores never disappoint – I had picked out several cards, 2 or 3 Vera bags and
an assortment of tchotchkes that I couldn’t resist. I started sweating over the
decision making – Which card? Which Vera bag? Which tchotchke? – until I
reminded myself that I am not actually going to purchase any of these items.
I left Norman’s feeling both happy and sad. While I reveled
in my old, familiar Mother’s Day shopping tradition, I was disappointed to go
home empty-handed, until I realized that this outing, which fed my need to
continue honoring my mom, was also a wonderful Mother’s Day gift I gave myself.
