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Sunday May 4, 2008

How We Kept Mother’s Day

On a couple of occasions I’ve posted short stories by Stephen Leacock. Well, one of my favorite Leacock tales is this one that he tells about Mother’s Day. It seemed appropriate today since we’re just a week away from the occasion. I plan to make sure that my family treats Aileen at least this well next Sunday. You’ll want to do same.


One year our family decided to have a special celebration of Mother’s Day, as a token of appreciation for all the sacrifices that Mother had made for us. After breakfast we had arranged, as a surprise, to hire a car and take her for a beautiful drive in the country. Mother was rarely able to have a treat like that, because she was busy in the house nearly all the time.

But on the very morning of the day, we changed the plan a little, because it occurred to Father that it would be even better to take Mother fishing. As the car was hired and paid for, we might as well use it to drive up into the hills where the streams are. As Father said, if you just go driving you have a sense of aimlessness, but if you are going to fish there is a definite purpose that heightens the enjoyment.

So we all felt it would be nicer for Mother to have a definite purpose; and anyway, Father had just got a new fishing rod the day before, which he said Mother could use if she wanted to; only Mother said she would much rather watch him fish than try to fish herself.

So we got her to make up a sandwich lunch in case we got hungry, though of course we were to come home again to a big festive dinner.

Well, when the car came to the door, it turned out that there wasn’t as much room in it as we had supposed, because we hadn’t reckoned on Father’s fishing gear and the lunch, and it was plain that we couldn’t all get in.

Father said not to mind him, that he could just as well stay home and put in the time working in the garden. He said that we were not to let the fact that he had not had a real holiday for three years stand in our way. He wanted us to go right ahead and not to mind him.

But of course we all felt that it would never do to let Father stay home. The two girls, Anna and Mary, would have stayed and gotten dinner, only it seemed such a pity to, on a lovely day like this, having their new hats. But they said that Mother had only to say the word and they’d gladly stay home and work. Will and I would have dropped out, but we wouldn’t have been any use in getting the dinner.

So in the end it was decided that Mother would stay home and just have a lovely restful day around the house, and get the dinner. Also it turned out to be just a bit raw out-of-doors, and Father said he would never forgive himself if he dragged Mother round the country and let her take a severe cold. He said it was our duty to let Mother get all the rest and quiet she could, after all she had done for all of us, and that young people seldom realize how much quiet means to people who are getting old. He could still stand the racket, but he was glad to shelter Mother from it.

Well, we had the loveliest day up among the hills, and Father caught such big fish that he felt sure that Mother couldn’t have landed them anyway, if she had been fishing for them. Will and I fished too, and the two girls met some young men friends along the stream, and so we all had a splendid time.

We sat down to a roast turkey dinner when we got back. Mother had to get up a good bit during the meal fetching things, but at the end Father said she simply mustn’t do it, that he wanted her to relax, and he got up and got the walnuts from the buffet himself.

The dinner was great fun, and when it was over all of us wanted to help clear the things up and wash the dishes, only Mother said that she would do it, and so we let her, because we wanted to humor her.

It was late when it was all over, and when we kissed Mother before going to bed, she said it had been the most wonderful day in her life. Funny that there were tears in her eyes.

Comments (14) »


1. Mike
May 4, 2008
6:06 PM

I never did get this story…
is the point that they were rather selfish in their treatment of her, or that they were such a horrible family she was glad to be rid of them for a few hours?


2. Carla
May 4, 2008
7:24 PM

I admit, I don’t quite get the story either, and I’ve read it several times.


3. bchallies
May 4, 2008
7:55 PM

I love the irony. It is quite beyond me how it could be missed.
ga mullet


4. caroljean
May 4, 2008
8:57 PM

If you happened to have an otherwise wonderful husband who may be lacking a bit in the gift-giving, special-day planning department, you would understand completely! Gifts tend to be things that involve work…blenders, electric skillets, cordless vacuums. Let’s just say, my expectations are rather low. In our family, every Mother’s Day we go to my parents’ house. My dad grills chicken on the grill, but my mom does all the prep work and my mom and I clean up the dishes. Dad refuses to go out or to the homes of any of the kids.

The story also reminded me of my grandmother, whom I never saw sit down during a meal - even on Mother’s Day. She hovered around the table waiting hand and foot on the family - mostly my uncles.


5. Kathy
May 4, 2008
9:22 PM

I LOVE this story! It does have a touch of “real life” to it, but that is why it is so funny. It makes me laugh out loud. Stephen Leacock certainly has a way with words.


6. Laurie
May 5, 2008
3:09 AM

Hilarious and sad all at once. I laughed so hard almost from the beginning at the dry irony, the obvious obliviousness of the narrator, and at the very obvious, to a mother, direction the story was about to take. And such sweet sadness for the mom, who so loves and is so underappreciated, and knows it, and just continues to love because that’s what she does. A really beautiful and insightful look at motherhood.


7. Ben
May 5, 2008
7:04 AM

The irony is obvious. The mother in the story was clearly crying at the end because the selfish men in her family were destroying the earth — what with their driving around in gas-powered cars, overfishing and meat-eating. The carbon footprint this family left on Mother’s Day is simply horrendous. Rich, ignorant, white men creating climate change is enough to break any mother’s heart.

Forgive me for this completely unnecessary foray into sarcasm (yes, it is sarcasm). My wife had The Weather Channel on TV for a moment and I just had to vent somewhere…


8. Grace
May 5, 2008
8:05 AM

I love that they are pretending to be so selfless and all the time are being completely selfish and thoughtless….


9. Tim Challies
May 5, 2008
9:33 AM

Hilarious and sad all at once. I laughed so hard almost from the beginning at the dry irony, the obvious obliviousness of the narrator, and at the very obvious, to a mother, direction the story was about to take. And such sweet sadness for the mom, who so loves and is so underappreciated, and knows it, and just continues to love because that’s what she does. A really beautiful and insightful look at motherhood.

I think the obliviousness of the narrator is what really makes the story. If you take it as being written from the perspective of a child it all makes perfect sense, I think…


10. Dan Hagan
May 5, 2008
1:51 PM

Tim,

I see an amalgam of the many Mother’s day plans and experiences I’ve had when trying to give something special to that special woman (spouse or mother) in your life!

When it comes to Mother’s Day, it’s a rare thing to have the day truly be a near-zero effort for the guest of honor isn’t it!?

Dan…


11. Elda
May 5, 2008
2:51 PM

Great story! I loved how everyone “sacrificed” for mother. It reminds me of the poem “The Lanyard” by Billy Collins, http://www.billy-collins.com/2005/06/the_lanyard.html


12. Robert
May 6, 2008
2:01 PM

I must admit, I am also at a loss as well as to the point of this story.


13. Syed Abbas
May 11, 2008
9:37 PM


He who laughed at this story has no heart.


14. David
May 21, 2008
10:08 AM

He who did not laugh at this story has a deficient sense of humor. I can’t believe how many don’t get it.