"What's for dinner?" is a question moms hear 364 days a year. This question doesn't take a vacationit travels to the beach or to the mountains with mothers. Try thisthe next time this question is asked, say, "Oh, we're not eating tonight." Watch for the surprised looks on their faces! Hopefully, they will get the hint and appreciate your cooking duties plus volunteer to help out more in the kitchen.
A mother's best friend is her crockpot. Her second best friend is a microwave and her third best friend is a toss-up between the local pizza shop on weekends or the all-you-can-eat salad bar and buffet. I'll bet a woman invented these marvelous cooking tools. A crockpot is my gift of choice for every wedding shower. Crockpot 101 and Microwave 102 should be mandatory for all home economic classes. I'm so glad mothers no longer have to pluck chickens or churn butter. I'll pick vegetables and milk a cow any day but I'll stop at plucking chickens.
Mother's Day is a time of reprieve from cooking. Restaurants are jammed-packed with kitchen weary moms; no dishes, no messes, and no question of "What's for dinner?" Once a year, mothers get to eat food cooked by another's hands. After the meal, the family usually has to pry mom out of the seat and carry her kicking and screaming to the car. She eventually calms down. My advice to family members is to say thank you to mom after each meal. After a week, she'll stop taking your temperature and believe you really mean it.
Melissa writes about the God and human connection and condition.