Mother’s Day From a Child’s Perspective
May 11, 2008 — Tricia AresThere’s a lot to be said about the value of Mothers. I heard an NPR report the other day that estimated that mothers work 100 hours a week, and if they were paid the current salary for all the jobs they performed they would earn $270,000 a year. But of course, mothers don’t get paid for being mothers, well except for a few fringe benefits—like the well timed kiss or hug from an adoring child.
Gratitude—it’s a gift that small children still value, yet somewhere along the way consumerism seems to seep in corrupt this still pool of satisfaction. I noticed this while reading a selection of new Mother’s Day books from HarperCollins. They desperately addressed the same issue: Mom doesn’t really want something for Mother’s day. What she longed for the most was love and appreciation.
In Daine de Groat’s book, Mother, You’re the Best! (But Sister, You’re a Pest!), Gilbert the opossum searches for just the right Mother’s Day gift. In this hardback picture book designed for ages 3-8, Gilbert’s little sister Lola keeps upstaging him. In the end, his quest to keep his sister preoccupied turns out to be the perfect gift. This adorable book not only suggests that the best Mother’s Day gifts are free, but address sibling rivalry as well.
Another humorous Mother’s Day picture book, T. Rex and the Mother’s Day Hug by Lois G. Grambling, pokes fun at the bigger is better mentality that tends to get so many of us in trouble. As T. Rex considers his gift giving options, his mother assures him that a big hug is more than enough. But T. Rex wants to do MORE: a strategy that hasn’t really worked out for him in the past. Although T. Rex goes overboard yet again, in the end he manages to get it just right.
However, the mother themed picture book favored by my three-year-old daughter was a cherished classic: Does a Kangaroo Have a Mother Too? (Spanish Edition). This fabulous book features Eric Carle’s timeless illustrations and embraces the simple premise that everyone has a mother giving young readers a moment to reflect on what it means to have a mother.
And that’s all we really want—to be appreciated. As I was writing this post today, my daughter woke up and brought me a simple card and gave me a big hug and kiss. Jewelers will tell you we deserve diamonds, florists will recommend flowers, and connectionists will tell you we crave chocolates, but gratitude is the greatest gift of all—both for the giver and recipient. Although we do deserve diamonds (about 270,000 dollars worth each year), love is priceless.


Do butterflies speak French? “Maybe” says Fancy Nancy, the endearing character created by Jane O’Connor and Robin Preiss Glasser, the bestselling team behind the 2007 Quill Award nominated Fancy Nancy and the Posh Puppy. Bonjour, Butterfly is the latest in the Fancy Nancy franchise, and a picture book triumph!
Move over Paris Hilton, there’s a new pampered princess in town—a pampered puppy princess that is. This pampered puppy princess is far from petty though, she has her . . . um . . . priorities straight (sorry—the alliteration is positively contagious).
So how are those New Year’s resolutions coming along? Yeah I know. While some of us are struggling along, others have already given up. We always start with the best intentions, but well, then reality sets in and we fall right back into old habits.
I admit, I’m part of that aging generation x. Like most moms, I often choose comfort over style, and my muscle tone resembles the firmness of an over ripe banana. Fortunately, many of the determined ladies of the baby boom generation are not buying into the “growing old gracefully” mantra, leading the charge on the new ‘how old is she?!’ revolution. Take a look at the red carpet and you’ll see how many women still manage to look young and hip into their forties and fifties. Of course, you may be thinking, with an expensive stylist—I could look fabulous, too. You’re right. We can all look fabulous. If you can’t afford that expensive stylist, try picking up a copy of How Not to look Old, by Charla Krupp.
It was around ten-thirty that bright April morning and, as usual, Julia was allowing herself to be bossed around by a three-year-old. She liked to think of it as a choice since it gave her the option of maintaining a shred of dignity in the face of frequent humiliation and subjugation. Toddlers, she remembered hearing someone say, were like big tyrants of tiny countries . . .
The Iowa caucus takes place tomorrow, and the nation is a buzz with politics. In eleven short months we Americans will vote for the next President of the United States. With candidates like Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton, it could be a very historic event.
We are more than labels: Caucasian, Hispanic. I’m American. My husband is Cuban. Yet, even those descriptions are superficial. Born in New England, I grew up on a rocky terrain of changing seasons, while my husband came into this world under a tropical sun on an island subjected to fickle Caribbean winds. Yet our homelands tell only of our childhood. Who we are goes back even farther. My ancestors sailed to the new world on the Mayflower, while his family tree extends back into Moorish Spain.
If you read the acknowledgements at the front of Nina Munteanu’s latest book, you’ll realize Darwin’s Pradox is more than just a fast paced eco-thriller. Among others she thanks her high school English teacher, A.E. Whittal, for teaching her “the importance of metaphoric writing.”
