Mother’s Day on the Cheap
Last
year for Mother’s Day I took my mom and dad up to Reno for the weekend
to see Bill Cosby perform. I had just decided to buy a condo and I knew
that it might be a few years before I was able to afford to spend any
kind of money on Mother’s Day. I was trying to leave her with some
decent memories to hold on to once my mortgage started taking all my
disposable income (making it considerably less disposable...).
Well
then, it turns out my mortgage has got nothing on a 10 week book tour.
So currently my bank account is ridiculously, dangerously slim. I knew
that my mom knows I’m broke, so I knew she wouldn’t want me spending
any money on a Mother’s Day present for her. So I had to get creative.
My aunt recommended that I cook her a meal. I recommended that my aunt
stop getting high.
Instead of a real gift I decided to go the
ridiculous route. Why not really? It’s not my fault the woman only
decided to have one kid and therefore only has one hope for a decent
gift on Mother’s Day. Let this be a lesson to you people out there who
are thinking about only have one child - you’re really taking a very
big risk that your one kid will be a horrible gift-giver.
Today that risk backfired on my mom.
I
went to the craft store in town yesterday (never one to wait until the
last moment) and bought a do-it-yourself stepping stone thing. Do you
know what I’m talking about? The things that people get and have their
kids put their adorable hands in the cement so they can forever have an
imprint of their child’s youth and innocence? Yeah. I got one.
I
was going to make her an ashtray, but I couldn’t find any clay. And I’m
not really sure if my oven is okay for firing ceramics.
So I
opened the package up, read the directions and realized I might be
screwed. The directions said I needed a bucket to mix the cement in. I
don’t have a bucket. I thought for a second of using the mixing bowls
someone gave me. But, to my credit, I decided against that. I think
that marks a tremendous level of maturity on my part. Of course, I
might be even more mature if I had actually ever used those mixing
bowls for anything other than eating popcorn out of. Yet I digress. I
went down to the garage to see if I could find anything to mix my
Mother’s Day gift in. Miraculously there was a bucket down there. It is
not my bucket and I have no idea where it came from, but someone that I
let stay with me apparently left a bucket and my mixing bowls owe their
life to that person.
I mixed the cement together, which I had
just done in New Orleans a couple weeks ago, so I mixed quite well.
Then I poured the mix into the little plastic mold thing and let it sit
for however long cement needs to sit. Then I put my handprint in and
remembered all the awesome gifts I’ve given my mom over the years. This
would not be falling in the same category with those gifts. My advice
to kids: don’t set yourself up for failure by giving great gifts when
you are a kid. Give crappy gifts well into your 20's so that the
expectations are low. In fact, that is pretty good advice for all
aspects of your life. Keep other people’s expectations very low. Then
you are bound to wow them quite a bit.
Anywho. Today I finished
off The Best Mother’s Day Gift Ever by adding some lovely paint to the
dried stepping stone with my handprint. I painted “I (heart) Mom” and
then at the bottom I put “Dawn - Age 29". Ha! God I crack myself up.
Besides
that exciting gift we spent the day eating food and watching Thelma and
Louise and napping. I have a feeling mom might be looking into adopting
some more kids. She obviously can’t count on me to come through for the
major gift-giving days anymore.
But, if she’s lucky someday
soon she’ll have a whole stepping stone path with my handprints in the
backyard. And if that ain’t something to be proud of, I just don’t know
what is.