What is Mother's Day ma?

(I wrote this post years ago on my behalf of my then three-year-old son. Wanted to write from a three year old's perspective on what he must be thinking about all the fuss around Mother’s day)

Ma, when I woke up this morning, Papa as usual came to me, kissed me morning and asked me to wish you ‘Happy mother’s day”. Mamma I really don’t know what exactly he meant. I know ‘Happy Birthday’ and I am excited for my birthday next month.

Ok, more about that later, but you tell me first what is special about mother’s day? Papa tells me that it’s a special day when we thank mothers for everything they do for us.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I don’t want to say thank you to you. I say it whenever someone makes a kind gesture just like you taught me to do. But with you ma, it’s not like that. We are best friends, right? So there should be no ‘thank you’ between us. Honestly, if I start thanking for everything you do for me, I have to say ‘thank you’ so many times that I don’t even know how to count those many times.

Like the time you teach me rhymes while making all those funny actions, I can’t stop laughing when you act like that. But you know what the best part is- when I repeat those lines after you with those funny actions, I see your face all lit up and a big smile appears on your face. I love that face of yours ma. I wish you always looked so happy.

Or like the time when we play Eye spies, when you close your eyes to count while I go hiding. Every time you catch me, you look so thrilled Ma. Is finding me really so difficult? Let me tell you a secret, I always hide at the same spot ma. Ha-ha, see you didn’t know that.

Ma, the first time I went up on the slide, or sat on the swing, it was only because I knew you were there to catch me if anything goes wrong. And how can I even forget my first day at school, you were so anxious to leave me alone. I don’t like it that they don’t allow you to sit with me in the classroom every day. It would be so much fun.

There are so many things ma, that I love you for. Now, you tell me how I can thank you ever.

Ma, you know how much I love cars and thank you for all the cars that you bought for me. When I grow up one day, I will buy a big car, a real big car, which is better than papa’s car and runs much faster than his.

The day I will buy, you will be the first one I will take on a ride. You know what that means right? You are the most special person in the world for me, not even papa.

Ok, I will also let him sit in my car, but only on the back seat- because the front seat …that will always be reserved for you.

Now I don’t want Papa to go on and on about this day. So, just to make him happy-

Happy mother’s day ma!