My wife, on the other hand, has the ability to remember every soccer practice, play rehearsal, band and choir gathering, youth group, class trip, haircut and dentist appointment — not to mention the fact that it’s our niece’s birthday.
How does she do it? She’s a mom.
I’m convinced that moms have powers that the rest of us can’t even imagine. How else do they remember which socks go to which kid and who likes the crust cut off their PB&J.
As we celebrate Mother’s Day on Sunday, I want to recognize all the moms out there for everything they do.
It’s amazing, really, when you consider that most moms today work 40-plus hours a week, on top of everything else.
Us dads try to help out, but let’s be real — we’re just not cut out for this. Our brains are wired differently.
Case in point — I can tell you what’s around the next bend on a remote stretch of the Manistee River, or could walk you to the spot where that nice buck stepped out of the swamp up in the deer woods. But ask me what obligations my kids have next Tuesday and I’m lost.
My wife is lucky — at least she has a glimmer of hope in the fact that two of our four kids are girls. Our 15-year-old is a lifesaver when it comes to helping out around the house and keeping track of her younger siblings.
I think about my poor mom, who had to raise three boys. I doubt my brothers and I were much help with anything other than fishing, shooting BB guns, building forts, playing sports and video games, riding bikes, and sharpening sticks with a jack knife.
I can remember clothes-shopping with my mom, which was torture for me and must have been even more so for her. If it wasn’t a T-shirt, a sweatshirt or a baggy pair of jeans, I didn’t want it.
At least now my mom has daughters-in-law and granddaughters who are happy to go shopping, watch chick flicks and talk about something other than hunting or the Detroit Lions.
For all of you wonderful mothers who give so selflessly, I wish you a very Happy Mother’s Day.