Last night I decided I wanted a cake for Mother’s Day. I actually spent a portion of the night dreaming about Mother’s Day cakes. Why? I’d never had a cake on Mother’s Day before, or even thought of having one. Growing up, we’d never given my mother cakes on Mother’s Day, just cards and gifts, usually once we were old enough, made by ourselves. In fact, last I checked my mother still has one of my handmade “Happy Mother’s Day” posters on the wall of her bedroom. Is Mother’s Day actually a cake-type holiday and I’ve been missing out all this time? Somehow, at least for me, I don’t think so. Yet still, I dreamed about a cake.
So why did I decide I wanted a cake? Because I watched a commercial last night for Dairy Queen, which featured a new mommy in labor clutching a Happy Mother’s Day ice cream cake. And the cake looked yummy, and I was hungry, and somehow it invaded my subconscious and later I started thinking about how nice a Mother’s Day cake would be. Especially an ice cream cake. Never mind that my spouse is on a meal-plan-driven diet and would only eat a tiny bit, and we don’t give our kids all that many sweets so maybe they’d eat half a piece between the two of them. So I’d have about 7/8th of a cake to eat myself. *That’d* be a good idea.
As maybe you can tell, I woke up this morning released from the spell of Mother’s Day cakes and realize that for me at least, it is a silly idea.
How many of our desires for things are actually internal to our own desires versus set up for us to want by marketing strategies? How many mothers this weekend will be receiving jewelry they don’t need and didn’t want until they were convinced they did by a commercial? How do we separate these messages in our head and figure out what it is we really want? When my now-spouse was going to propose to me, I thought I wanted a large diamond engagement ring. And indeed, I have one. That I never wear, because for my lifestyle it isn’t practical. I probably could have come up with something that would suit my life better than a big diamond, but I was sucked into the “2 months salary” and the “A Diamond is Forever” hype. Not that I don’t love my ring, but I now know it is an extravagance that we could have easily done without.
So when my spouse asked me what I’d like for Mother’s Day, I chose not to answer. I told him that he knows me, knows my interests, and knows what I like to spend my time doing. And I was sure he could make an appropriate decision on his own without any input from me. And besides, I didn’t mention this part, but in my current state of mind I might ask for something silly I don’t want or need like an ice cream cake.
In the back of my mind though, I’ve been trying to telepathically send signals to him that he’d like to further my scrapbook supplies collection… I even saw some pretty red paper in Walmart last week. My readers might think posting it on my blog is less than telepathic, but he’s been busy at work this week and said he hasn’t read my blog in days. I think my secret’s safe for now. We’ll see what does arrive tomorrow “from” my daughter. (My son made a present for me at school already.) Maybe he’ll take both kids out and give me some time to myself. That would be a Mother’s day miracle, indeed.