Primadonna Girl

Ahh Mother’s day… the celebration of the women that brought us into this world. We all imagine Mother’s day to be full of love, gratitude and a ridiculous amount of flowers, son’s and daughters raid the shopping centre in search of the perfect gift for their beloved mother before finding the courage to step inside the Card Shop that can only be described as a  in a zoo at feeding time… customers racing for the last card of that make as though its the last piece of meat, mothers and fathers clinging to their cubs as unfriendly primates push there way to the till as though it were the trough and the employees cower behind the till… quickly serving the customers in hope of the irritant crowds dying down.

After all the gifts and cards are brought we all go home, excited for our mother’s to open the gifts we had put so much thought into the next day. I like any other couldn’t wait for my mum to open the gifts I had stalked like prey… scouring every shop until I found the perfect gifts for my mum. My brothers didn’t help of course… they were to busy on their COD and Saints Row (and every other games that follows the plot of killing prostitutes, stealing cars and explicit violence). So I was left to venture our and brave the ferocious crowds that invaded my local shopping centre to find appropriate presents for our mum.

The big day arrived at around 10:00 this morning and as imagined everyone was in a good mood… something that is not the norm in our house, there’s always somebody that wakes up in a bad mood but not today… not on mum’s special day. It’s an unwritten rule isn’t it? ‘ALL CHILDREN WILL BEHAVE ON BIRTHDAYS, MOTHER’S DAY, FATHER’S DAY AND CHRISTMAS’ Seeing my brothers being nice and getting along with one another was strange… if not heart stopping and weirdly endearing (even though I knew tomorrow they’d be fighting and shouting at one another as mum’s special day was forgotten). 

Mum opened the gifts me and my brothers had picked out for her and as every mother does reveled in the attention and kindness her normally ‘horrible’ children showered her in. I must admit that only on Mother’s day do I fully understand the appreciation and love I have for my mother… every other day we are at each other’s throats. 

Dad had planned to take our mother out for a meal, a seemingly wonderful idea to end a wonderfully blissful day but soon turned into WW3. As we ventured to our destination the small snipes began, my brothers making nasty but quiet remarks about one another beginning with my youngest… something I quickly assumed I could sort being the eldest and being the only girl. But it soon turned into fully fledged wailing, screaming and kicking… something I couldn’t control. It was time for dad to get involved (never a good sign) who calmly informed us with a tone of steel that we could forget going out for a meal and that we were going home much to mums horror and that’s when the mother of all arguments broke loose among our family.

Angry at my mum defending my youngest brother for his behavior blaming it on his age (he turned 8 four months ago) I kept quiet on the car ride home. The slamming of car doors destroyed the serene silence in our street and my family one by one stormed inside and mum went up to bed, leaving me downstairs with two of my brothers as the youngest was sent to his bedroom.

Sitting in a awkward silence around the table, I thought to myself… Does this happen to other families on special occasions? my Facebook news feed didn’t support this thought at all… full of status of my friends enjoying a blissful day out with their families while I was sat in the house with my silent brothers and father… the TV the only source of sound in the house and I wondered Why can’t my family ever be normal? and couldn’t help but laugh at my thought, I often celebrated the fact my family was never normal… not that I could ever describe what normal is… but now I wished for nothing more than for our family to be one of those families you see in movies that can go out for meals and days out and survive the day without even glaring at another family member.

So… What’s your family like? 

- Unforgettable Wallflower