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Mum’s the word

Did you know the Internet was international? Seems obvious, right?

Apparently not to some.

mothering sunday 3.14Today several UK-based celebs have been wishing their mums Happy Mother’s Day.

Dan Stevens, who played the recently deceased Matthew Crawley on Downton Abbey.  Chris O’Dowd of Bridesmaid and Girls fame.  But they were quickly corrected by pushy, ethnocentric Americans that “Mother’s Day is still a couple of months away.”

I was at once embarrassed and entertained.

Cable television and the Internet may make programming and actors from other countries available to us here in America, but it doesn’t mean we’re necessarily going learn anything.

Well…at least we’re predictable.

Momotypes

Everyone loves their Momma on Mother’s Day. And yesterday on Twitter, the tributes were as unique as the women they honored.

But TV moms? Not so much.

They’re all kinda the same. In fact, if you look back at the women who have portrayed moms on TV sitcoms and dramas — at least in my memory — three actresses pop up again and again.

Blythe Danner

Susan Sullivan

Holland Taylor

 

 

 

 

 

All three are currently on the small screen playing moms — Danner on Up All Night, Sullivan on Castle, and Taylor on Two and a Half Men.

Heck, Sullivan even played the mom on one episode of Two and a Half Men before Taylor took over. Viewers probably didn’t even notice the switch.

Which is my point. Do the TV powers-that-be really thing that moms everywhere are fair-haired ladies with bob haircuts?

‘Cause that would be a NO.

Smile!

A good friend’s son recently announced on Facebook that he was getting braces.

His status updates on the big event were a countdown of sorts, beginning the day before, then that morning.  After the orthodontist had done the deed, he posted, “Four hours down, 21 months to go.”

Oh, how I know that feeling.

I had braces, too.  In fact, my mother had three kids in braces (and would have had four if my oldest brother hadn’t conveniently knocked out his front teeth in a bicycle accident and required more drastic measures).

Of all the gifts my mother gave me in life — and there were too many to list here — I look back on those two years in braces with much love and gratitude.  I know they were costly, especially multiplied by three.  But what an investment they were for our future health and happiness.

Plus, since the orthodontist was in Paducah, Kentucky — a 30-minute drive from my hometown — the monthly check-ups meant missing a half-day of school.  Oh, how I loved those trips with Mom!  We’d get the dental appointment out of the way, then go shopping or eat.

And she’d always made sure there was a treat I could eat (since so much was nixed by my mouth full of metal).

So, I hope my friend can appreciate his time ‘under the wire.’  Thanks to my mom, it put the smile on my face.

Happy Mutters Day

Rory and I had barely gone 10 steps on our morning walk today when I heard my name called.  It was my next door neighbor Mark returning from his morning Starbucks run.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” he cried.

Mark is a big fan of Rory’s, so I took this in the spirit intended.  We chatted for a few moments, and then Rory and I continued on our way toward Central Park.

During our meandering walk on this bright, chilly morning, I was wished a ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ by several people — some I knew, some I didn’t.  It made me realize how much people’s attitudes towards pets have changed over the 11+ years Rory has been in my life.

When I adopted him in January of 1999, he was the first dog I had ever had of my very own.  The first dog to ever live in the house with me.  (Remember, I was a country girl — dogs lived outside.)  Together we experienced doggie day care.  Dog insurance.  Dog walkers.  Dog sitters.  Dog outerwear during the winter months…and the joint decision to not wear dog clothes ‘just for show.’

The more my relationship with Rory developed, the more it felt like a mother and child.  I mean, I know it’s different.  He’s a dog.  But he’s my dog.  And he’s pretty darn special.

So, thanks for the Mother’s Day wishes.  They are most appreciated.

But, as you all know, Rory is the real present.

Worth the price

Next month, I celebrate four years in New York City.

It’s a very happy anniversary for me.

I started planning my move to Manhattan when I was nine years old.  I wanted to bring the entire family here.  I figured I would help defray the significantly higher living expenses by acting on TV.  I even practiced by getting really dirty in our backyard vegetable garden and doing Tide and Cheer commercials in the living room.  “Hot. Warm. Cold. All-tempa Cheer.”

My Mom was a great audience.

As it turned out, I was a great deal older than nine when I made New York City my home…but I did make it.  And when I travel, people often ask about the difficulty of living in a city with the 9/11 tragedy in its past and future terrorist activity almost a future certainty.

I’ll admit, I don’t think about it on a daily basis.  And the recent Times Square bomb attempt — and subsequent scare yesterday — made me realize that, even when it happens, I don’t focus on it.  I hear it about it on the news.  Read about it online.  Chat about it with a neighbor.  But it doesn’t affect my day-to-day life in my neighborhood (unless it snarls traffic).

It’s like one of my favorite quotes from the tearjerker “Steel Magnolias”:  “I’d rather have three minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special.”

If I only get three minutes, I’ll take my mine in Manhattan.