Hey all! Yesterday was Mother’s Day and we celebrated by doing very little, visiting my Mother, playing a game of Lego Creationary and of course the kids gave gifts to Kirsty. Hand made cards, some notepads and other knick-knacks, mostly. Kirsty had made a list of things I could buy her for Mother’s Day (MacBook Pro, iPad 3), but after a quick look at my bank account I took a leaf out of my Dad’s book and told her “You’re not my mother!” Of course, I’m not a total cad – I packed the dish washer, made her a cup of tea and even gave her a card:
I always find gift buying Mother’s Day gifts arduous. I cannot very well give a kitchen appliance (that sends the wrong message), and any purchase of a video game or boardgame will likely be met with a suspicious raised eyebrow (“It’s not for me, honest!”). DVD’s are pretty pointless now we can watch Hulu and Netflix, and buying CD’s is a dangerous task as our music tastes are somewhat askew. I had considered buying her a personalised copy of Pride & Prejudice from U Star Novels, where the main character names are changed to our own, but the example text just read a little cringe-worthy:
“When is your next ball to be, Kirsty?”
“Aye, so it is,” cried her mother, “and Mrs. Long does not come back till the day before; so it will be impossible for her to introduce him, for she will not know him herself.”
“Then, my dear, you may have the advantage of your friend, and introduce Mr. Russell to her.”
“Impossible, Mr. Hatcher, impossible, when I am not acquainted with him myself; how can you be so teasing?”
“I honour your circumspection. A fortnight’s acquaintance is certainly very little. One cannot know what a man really is by the end of a fortnight. But if we do not venture somebody else will; and after all, Mrs. Long and her daughters must stand their chance; and, therefore, as she will think it an act of kindness, if you decline the office, I will take it on myself.”
The girls stared at their father. Mrs. Hatcher said only, “Nonsense, nonsense!”
“What can be the meaning of that emphatic exclamation?” cried he. “Do you consider the forms of introduction, and the stress that is laid on them, as nonsense? I cannot quite agree with you there. What say you, Mary? For you are a young lady of deep reflection, I know, and read great books and make extracts.”
Mary wished to say something sensible, but knew not how.
“While Mary is adjusting her ideas,” he continued, “let us return to Mr. Russell.”
“I am sick of Mr. Russell,” cried his wife.
Mind you, it was positively wonderful compared to the more… adult option of Pride & Prejudice & Debauchery (I kid you not!). In the end I decided an iTunes gift voucher was the safest option. Hardly the most inspired option, but that way Kirsty can buy games, gizmos or music without me stuffing it up!
What did you give or receive for Mother’s Day?