Every day should be Mother’s Day
By Dale Burgos
As a former hospitality worker, Mother’s Day was by far the busiest day of the year. Stuck in the vast recesses of my mind, I recall my first Mother’s Day experience as a restaurant server almost 20 years ago. I was warned that it would be busy, I was told that I should probably eat something before the dinner rush, I was told to wear good shoes.
Was I prepared for it? Well, I didn’t eat beforehand and I wore what might as well have been blocks of wood on my feet. I wore new shoes, and as you know, you should always (I repeat always) break shoes in first. That night, I pretty much ran from table to kitchen to table. It started at 3:00 pm and didn’t end until well after 11:00 pm.
What did I learn from that day? 1. People are patient having to wait almost an hour for a table. 2. The proper shoe will make all the difference. 3. Eat something before you run a marathon. 4. Mother’s Day tips are Awesome!
So why is Mother’s Day so busy? I have a few theories. One is that the big greeting card companies who created this day met up with every restaurant in existence and said, “Hey, let’s make up a day dedicated to Mother’s. In turn, we will create cards and add subliminal messages in them suggesting that people take their moms out for dinner.” That theory is a bit difficult to prove. No one from Hallmark returned my calls.
My other theory is that moms work hard every day of their lives, right from when we are born, and there must be one day, where we can celebrate and spoil this special lady. But why is it so busy in the restaurants? Over the years, I asked people at the table why they chose to go out for Mother’s Day. Why wait in long lines? The common response was that they wanted to do something special for their mom/wife/grandma etc.
But it was one response that summed it up nicely. Who I assumed was the matriarch of the family answered with this, “I don’t like my husbands cooking!” Once the laughter subsided, I gave her a high five. It might have been that high five that cost me my tip.
Who’s to say why it’s absolute mayhem in restaurants on Mother’s Day. But if you work in a restaurant, wear good shoes.
Since we are on the topic of moms, I always like to tease my mom about a harrowing experience from my childhood. It goes something like this:
It was a warm summer day. I grew up on Nicholson Crescent, a quiet street in the Maples with single-family homes, side by sides and apartments down the block. In one of these particular homes was a dog that liked to terrorize the neighbourhood kids. I remember it as a giant white fluffy beast the size of a polar bear or a truck.
Corazon, my mom, caught taking a well deserved nap
It was one day that summer that changed how I felt about my mother. I bid my mom adieu for the day, as I would only come home to eat. I put a few hours on my bike and I figured that it was time to head back for dinner. Stomach growling, wind in my hair I made my way down the street, getting closer and closer to home. All of a sudden, out of nowhere the giant fluffy polar bear started running towards me and as I pass, it continued to chase me down the street. I rode harder and faster and the dog kept gaining on me. My house was just ahead. My feet could not pedal any faster as fatigue and fear set in and the dog was nipping at the back tire. As I approached my home, my sanctuary, I notice the curtain open. There is my mom looking through the window. Mom will save me, I thought. I kicked it into high gear as fear completely took over. I was screaming and crying. Mom will save me!
I couldn’t stop. If I did, the dog would surely catch me. I decide to keep biking and as I passed my house, my mom in the window, my would-be saviour, was smiling and waving.
I tell this story at family gatherings and mom always chuckles. As it turns out, she thought I was playing with the dog. Thanks for being there for me mom.
To all moms out there, especially my wife Izzy, my mom Corazon and mother-in-law Jan, Happy Mother’s Day!
Dale manages the communications department for the Winnipeg School Division. He owns two dogs that now terrorize the neighbourhood kids.