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Several of the staff here at National Park Reservations has contributed alternately fun and sentimental memories of their mother’s and from being mothers!

For many years I would pick bouquets of lilacs from the bushes around the neighborhood for my mother on Mother’s Day.  It was a fragrant gesture and it was quite a bit of effort on my part as I had to handle the neighbor’s complaints when I picked lilacs out of their yards! –Freda

The one thing I remember about Mother’s Day growing up is that every year we would have a special breakfast for my mom.  And every year my dad would get her the same gifts from “all of us”, carnations (her favorite flower) and a curling iron.  I don’t know why it was always a curling iron except that maybe she really needed a new one every year! –Astrid

The girls were giggling; this was the sound that woke me up one mother’s day. Why were they awake I wondered?  I sat up looked around and saw my husband walking towards our room with the girls behind him, still giggling. My husband holding what looked to be an old fashion Sunday milkshake. What in the world is he up to at eight in the morning? “Honey you know I don’t like ice cream what on earth are you doing?” I asked him. “It is not ice cream” he said as he was handing me the glass. Well he was right about that one, I took the old fashion soda fountain glass from him and admired the way the florist had put white carnations in the glass forming a perfect optical illusion, which looked like a scoop of ice cream, and on top of it all stood one lone red carnation, smaller than the white ones. This gave it the perfect effect of the cherry on top. The girl’s shoved their hand made cards at me and climbed onto the bed each trying to be the closest to smell the flowers on this memorable Mother’s Day. -Jay

Check back tomorrow for more Mother’s memories!