Although my mother passed away years ago, I still have to celebrate the day as far as my wife (Josie) goes. If one of our children forget to wish her a happy Mother’s Day, that’s okay. If I forget, I will never hear the end of it. It makes me wonder what kind of insanity took over when I decided to marry her 32 years ago.
For whatever reason, Josie doesn’t like flowers. At one time or another, all three of the men in the family (me and my two sons) tried to give her a bouquet of roses on Mother’s Day. In different years.
Each time, Josie threw the flowers away. She doesn’t mind balloons and other types of gifts, but flowers are a big no-no for her.
It took me years to realize what Josie wanted on Mother’s Day most of all. Chocolate! She loves chocolate! It’s what I use now to get rid of hard feelings after an argument.
When our children were living at home, it wasn’t a big deal. It really wasn’t. Now that neither of them is living at home, it’s a big deal!
Mother’s Day starts in the Philippines several hours before it does in England, where our older son (Joe) is living and in San Antonio, Texas, where our younger son (Jon) is living. Joe’s wife is in the Air Force and stationed in England. Jon is in the Army and stationed at Fort Sam Houston, but his wife (Cathy) is still living with us and waiting on her visa.
Josie will cry if the “boys” (who are already in their 30s) don’t call her early on Mother’s Day here. Never mind that it’s the day before where they are. As far as I’m concerned, they’re doing well if they call before the day is over here.
I can’t surprise Josie with a gift or chocolate. On payday, I pay the bills I need to pay and give the rest of the cash to her. I have to ask her for money to do anything.
It’s obvious she would know why I’m asking for money today. Look, Josie likes to hold money. Me, I don’t really care if I have money on me or not. Unless, of course, I want to do something out of the ordinary.