|Birthday son playing in honor of day his mother bore him|
With scorn and derision, Little Prude would read in her Childcraft ‘Customs Around the World’ book that some backwards nation like Norway* honors MOTHERS on their children’s birthdays.
“How silly,” she would say loftily. “Everyone knows that the kid is the important one on her birthday. ON MAY 18.” She would say it loudly in the direction of Norway, hoping a scornful and derisive tone would prevent the barbaric custom from hitting American shores.
A few decades and 3 sons later, The Prude recognizes the role, however peripheral, a mother plays in childbearing.
But she is not one to buck tradition.
|Birthday son (and cousin) preparing to spit on cake his mother made him|
So she baked her middle son's favorite cake for his birthday. She made his favorite pretzel salad along with her fifty-eleventh potato salad of the summer and sallied forth to honor the child who did nothing but complain about the lighting, the temperature and the quality of his food on the day he was born.
|Birthday son opening gifts in honor of the day his mother bore him|
Next year, we celebrate in Norway.
*The Prude is not positive the Mother-honoring nation is Norway. She can’t find her Childcraft issue to confirm.