A Day for Mommy

by Hivemind

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fluttershy
Length: 1073

Oh what a day, Mothers Day, and Fluttershy has but one way to spend it.

Oh what a day, Mothers Day, and Fluttershy has but one way to spend it.

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Published 2013-05-12 07:00:04 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-12 07:00:04 UTC

One Day

It was that time of the year again, and all throughout Equestria celebrations were taking place. Far from the regalia and splendor of birthdays and kingdom-wide holidays, ponies were gearing up for a holiday far more important than yearly merry making. Gifts were all but arbitrary. The best gifts however were encouraged by all, and almost always never to be expected by their recipients. After all, what better time of year to celebrate the very ponies that gave birth to a model pony, that of which brings new light into an already shining world of magic and friendship?

From the humble homes of towns and villages to the great palaces and fortresses of the kingdoms and empires, Mother’s Day was bright and beautiful, and all but few were filled with joy by its long-awaited arrival.

In the clouds and coliseums of the pegasi city of Cloudsdale, mothers were honored and revered as exemplary role models, their wings adorned with traditional leis and they themselves given plenty of airspace to fly about the city and spend time with their beloved children of the sky.

In the earth pony cities of Trottingham, Baltimare, and Appleloosa, mother’s were treated to a day of magnificence, the gifts they received commonplace to most holidays, but their spirits bolstered by the love and devotion provided by those who gifted them. Tears of joy were shed and stories were told, but nothing could compare to the pride the mothers felt for the ones they raised and supported up to this day.

In the royal guard barracks of some cities Equestria-wide, the protectors of the crown were receiving tremendous news. Her Royal Highness, Princess Celestia, in agreement with her younger sister, had called for a rare event. To those who do not wish to volunteer to stay behind, royal guards were given an uncommon freedom. They hung up their bulky suits of armor and put away their spears and swords in favor of putting on some nicer clothing and treating their mothers to dinner in the city’s finest eateries. It has been long since they had seen their relations during their tour of duty, and everything had to be absolutely perfect for such an occasion to be memorable for as long as they lived.

From the first glimpse of sunrise to the coming of the stars at night, mothers were given relief as to the whereabouts and safety of their offspring and daily lives. Despite the forgetfulness of some ponies in the land, all seemed as if things were right in the world. The air was just right, and the skies were crystal clear. Even the animals, some a part of sentience, seemed to be paying a visit to their own mothers, wherever they could find them anyway.

In the land of Equestria, the greatest kingdom in the world, from the eyes of all who remained in a positive light, sadness was but a figment.

Everything was perfect.

Speaking of perfect, one such pony was so devoted to Mother’s Day that she had been counting down the very minutes themselves to the final approach of this momentous occasion. In a field not too far from her hometown of Ponyville, Fluttershy skipped along the ground as happy as could be, humming a soft, jumpy tune to the rhythm of her each and every step. In her mouth she carried a bouquet of flowers, flowers of which she hoofpicked one by one with tender love and care, and in her hair she carried a bright pink barrette, something her mother gave her when she graduated from flight school.

As she ascended a small hill, her merriment brought her back to an earlier period in her life; a small section of a timeline of special happenings of which she will never forget.

Her fifth birthday in the city of Cloudsdale she felt was the thing of utmost significance to return to mind. There she sat on a balcony, staring out into the city with wonder in her eyes, marveling at the size and majesty of fresh, new rainbows pouring out from the city’s rainbow factory; a central hub where the very symbols of peace and tranquility were carefully mixed, assembled, (and partially flavored as she unfortunately found out one curious spring morning) and shot into the sky. Some rainbows ascended for miles into the heavens, carrying over into distant lands behind mountains and in deep valleys.

Just then, a triplet of soft knocks arose at her bedroom door, and her mother, Tenderheart, bright and beautiful as ever, quietly slipped inside and surprised her from behind with a warm hug and a freshly-baked cake. Atop the cake were a neat assembly of colorful, lit candles, the proper gateway for the traditional birthday wish.

With a single wisp of her breath, she wished for her mother to always love her, forever and ever, no matter what. A bit of a cheesy yearning in her day and age, but a yearning nonetheless.

Fluttershy was just about to continue her ever-so pleasant journey down the golden brick road of memory lane when she noticed she was nearing the top of the hill. She could see her mother waiting for her atop the sunbathed land and quickened her pace.

She arrived at the top in no time flat, brimming with excitement. Mother’s Day was truly a one-time event for her, for her position as Ponyville’s caretaker of all things big and small prevented her from doing much of anything unless it was with her friends or pets. It wasn't easy, but somepony has to do it. Such a job took a lot out of her. She didn’t even bother to plan a schedule to include free time, but whatever time she was given outside of caring for the local fauna she used as thoughtfully as possible. Every moment counted and not a single one was ever put to waste. She liked that about herself. It’s what made her…well, her.

But she couldn't thank herself. She wouldn’t thank herself. The reward belonged to somepony else entirely, and Mother’s Day was the only time of the year she could ever personally honor the one who raised her and called her her own.

The one who cared for her.

The one who sheltered her.

The one who taught her.

The one who loved her.

“Happy Mothers Day, mommy.”

Fluttershy laid down her bouquet in front of her mother’s grave.