Happy Mother’s Day to mine, my son’s and everyone else’s

Wishing for a relaxing day to all the mothers out there, especially the one who made me and the one who made my son

Hello, readers. Thanks for reading the latest from The Burleson Buzz. This one’s different.
This isn’t a news article, and it isn’t specific to Burleson.
This is more personal – my thoughts about Mother’s Day and mothers in general, specifically my mom and my wife (my son’s mom).
If you’re disappointed this isn’t an article covering something going on around our city, stay tuned for the Buzzer-Beater Monday and the weekly newsletter Friday.
Happy Mother’s Day.
–Cody

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At some point last week, I declared I hate Mother’s Day. 

Because I chose to declare this out loud in front of my wife, the mother of my son (and writer of Baking with The Buzz), I’ve now had to deal with the consequences of essentially telling my wife, “I hate the holiday celebrating everything you do for our son.”

These consequences haven’t been dealt out by my wife, at least not directly. She’s not giving me the silent treatment or putting me in the doghouse, and she hasn’t poisoned any of the food she’s cooked for me.

The consequences have been completely internal. Me being an overthinker, I’ve been wrestling with myself over whether I was right to say I hated the holiday or whether I said one of the dumbest things any man has ever said to his wife. 

I’ve come to what I think is a pretty profound conclusion.

I hate Mother’s Day because it’s the one holiday that involves the professional holiday-planning women resting while the guys (and children) handle getting everything together.

My wife seemed to think this made sense. She was rightfully offended by me saying I hated Mother’s Day, but she was able to laugh at the idea of a bunch of guys like me putting together any sort of celebration.

I’m bad enough at planning that I thought it was totally fine to never confirm with my siblings the time or location of our Mother’s Day family-get-together and assuming 4 p.m. at Mom’s house was everyone’s default.

Mothers deserve better than that. The mothers in my life certainly do.

Growing up with such a strong hard-working woman for my mother has always made me pretty appreciative of what moms do for their children. I’m sure my mom hasn’t always felt my appreciation for her — certainly not when I was a very picky-eating child who’d refuse to put the food she worked hard to make anywhere near my mouth. But she loved me and raised me anyway.

Somehow my mom was able to shower not just me but five rambunctious kids with unconditional love. That’s the power of a mom. 

Today, all but the youngest of those five kids has at least one rambunctious kid of their own. It’s been a beautiful thing to see my mom’s influence as a mother on my two sisters now that they’re mothers themselves. They, like our mom, love being moms and shower their kids with unconditional love.

Nothing has made me appreciate mothers more than watching the love of my life become one. 

I shouldn’t even say she “became” a mother because it really seems like she was already a mom — she’s always been drawn to working with kids and gets along with them so well — and finally having a baby of her own just made it official.

My beautiful wife with our wonderful little boy. Aleq Slimp.

I always thought I was really lucky to have someone who I knew would be a great parent as a soulmate. However, I couldn’t possibly have known just how amazing it’d be to watch that girl raise our little boy.

The patience, support and encouragement my wife shows our son is very special, and the results are truly remarkable. He clearly learns so much from her. 

Watching my son listen to his mama, I see the gears turning in his head like I never see when it’s just him and I together. That probably has a lot to do with much of our time together being spent wrestling and pretending to be various animals, but it has a lot more to do with my wife having a God-given gift to impact children. The fact that our son now gets to be the number-one benefactor of that gift is quite the blessing.

So I don’t hate Mother’s Day. I’m just bad at planning. Knowing what these ladies have done for me, I’m happy to do everything I can to make this day as close to exactly what they want as possible.

Happy Mother’s Day.