Mother’s Day! Oh no! DD has been thrilled planning my day, throwing me hints here and there about what to expect for the day. The talk has been going on for a week or so and yet here I am wondering as to how to break the news. No, it is not that I do not like Mother’s Day! I do. I really do. I love seeing all of my friends’ moms and feel the joy in the neighborhood as families visit one another. Honestly I miss my mom and MIL so much and if you really don’t believe it, all you have to do is sit by me for about 5 mins while I browse through friends' posts/wishes of their moms on social media, missing my own - you will catch me bawling and you will run away. I promise that. It gets me emotional. Come to think of it, celebrations make me emotional. Any kind. I love celebrations. When people usually ask me if I am offended if they wished a Merry Christmas to me, I always go ‘pffft’. Why would I be? When people start with a Happy or a Merry when they wish, I believe they are happy celebrating something and are only trying to spread that happiness. But we all know these hallmark card days too. I am not going to debate on that, here and now. Honestly, I do not know how I feel about them, Hallmark card days I mean, but seeing other people especially my family joyful has always made me happy and I do not hesitate to be a part of that happiness. So here we are, a day before Mother’s Day and I am still wondering as to how to break the news. I play along guessing my present game with her and catching the family off guard one time turn to my DD and tell her that I love it so much that she especially is planning so much but there is one thing I really don’t like as a present, praying hard that she hasn’t planned that part. Seeing her raised eyebrows, watching the looks getting exchanged between the family, I very hesitantly break the news starting with “I love that you are all making such a fuss about the day but please, please pretty please don’t force me to eat breakfast in bed!” There I said it! I know if they did that, I would cry and they would think of it as tears of joy! NOOO!!! It was not easy breaking that news knowing that DD loves baking and fiddling around in the kitchen these days. There is a sigh of relief all around, me included. Seeing the relieved smiles all around I realize that I am of course glad that I have put it out there, but I wonder as to why everyone else is relieved too? Now, it is my turn to raise my eyebrows seeing the relief on their faces and my DD’s turn to gingerly tell me “Thank goodness you don’t want that. One, you wake up at such an unearthly hour that it is impossible to feed you then and two, none of us really know how to keep you in bed till 8 am!” And she finishes by saying “We were also hoping that you won’t be expecting breakfast in bed!” Thank goodness we dodged the Abilene Paradox! So, my Mother’s Day began with me waking up early as usual for my yoga, rest of the family sometime later so that my special time started around 9.30 am and ended exactly at 9.35 am with some flowers and chocolate, while the rest of the day was spent with kids chasing Toby with a fit bit attached to his collar trying to understand if the count includes steps taken by all his four legs or just two. Children I tell you! PS: There is a reason why we talk of this paradox in our household and without going more into that, here is something that might interest you. Story Behind the ‘Abilene Paradox’ from internet The story behind naming this paradox was developed by Jerry Harvey of George Washington University, in 1974. The parable goes like this: Scene: Husband, wife, and her parents are sitting cozily in the porch of their house in Coleman, Texas. The day is hot, and they’re busy sipping lemonade, whiling away their time. There is a suggestion by the father-in-law to drive about 53 miles to Abilene, to eat at a cafeteria. The other three are apprehensive, yet agree to it, deciding to go with the flow, rather than opposing it. They end up going to Abilene, in a non-air conditioned car, in the scorching heat, and come back home, having a not-so-great lunch. On their way back, they moan and complain that the decision was wrong, and they did not want to go in the first place itself; however, stuck to it, since they did not want to go against the will of others. The person who had suggested the idea (father-in-law) also states that he simply suggested it because he thought the others might be bored. Eventually, they end up wondering why they wasted their resources on something which none of them wanted to indulge in.