Mother’s Day Skit

Characters:
1. Mrs. Pearson – A gentle, kind mother, often taken for granted.
2. Mrs. Fitzgerald – Mrs. Pearson's bold and outspoken neighbor,
who practices a little magic.
3. George Pearson – Mrs. Pearson’s husband, self-absorbed and
dismissive of her efforts.
4. Doris Pearson – Mrs. Pearson’s daughter, bossy and
unappreciative.
5. Cyril Pearson – Mrs. Pearson’s son, who also undervalues his
mother’s work.

Scene 1: The Living Room

The scene opens in the Pearson household's living room, a modest,
well-kept space that reflects the care Mrs. Pearson puts into her
family’s needs. Mrs. Pearson is sitting at the table, looking somewhat
tired and forlorn, sewing something. The door opens and Mrs.
Fitzgerald enters.
Mrs. Fitzgerald: (cheerfully) Hello, Mrs. Pearson! Busy as always, I
see.
Mrs. Pearson: (sighs) Oh, Mrs. Fitzgerald, it never ends. I don’t
mind the work, but sometimes, I feel like they don’t even notice what
I do. I’m always here for them, but they take me for granted. George,
Cyril, and Doris—they never stop to think how hard I work.
Mrs. Fitzgerald: (with a knowing smile) Ah, I’ve seen that happen
before. Some families don’t realize the value of a mother’s work.
They get used to it, thinking it’s your duty to serve them all day. Do
they even thank you?
Mrs. Pearson: (shakes her head) No, they don’t. I suppose it’s just
the way things are.
Mrs. Fitzgerald: (firmly) Nonsense! You’ve got to make them see
sense. It’s about time you did something. They’ll never respect you if
you keep letting them walk all over you.
Mrs. Pearson: (sighs) But what can I do? I can’t just demand respect
out of nowhere. They’d laugh at me.
Mrs. Fitzgerald: (leaning in) I have a way. A little magic—nothing
harmful, mind you—that could help. We can switch places for a bit.
You’ll get my personality—bold and brassy—and I’ll take on yours.
You can use my attitude to teach your family a lesson.
Mrs. Pearson: (alarmed) Switch places? You mean, magic?
Mrs. Pearson: (Worried) What if… what if something goes wrong?
What if we can’t swap back? Do you have a Plan B?
Mrs. Fitzgerald: (Confidently) Not just Plan B, I have upto "Plan Z"
(Humming Mission Impossible theme)
Mrs. Fitzgerald: (nodding confidently) Yes. I learned a few tricks
long ago. It’ll be harmless, but it’ll make them sit up and take notice
of you for once.
Mrs. Pearson: (hesitant) I don’t know, Mrs. Fitzgerald. What if it
goes wrong?
Mrs. Fitzgerald: (smiling) Trust me, dear. I’ve done it before. And
don’t worry—we’ll switch back after you’ve taught them a thing or
two. What do you say?
There’s a pause as Mrs. Pearson considers the offer. She looks unsure
but curious.
Mrs. Pearson: (slowly) Well, if you think it’ll work...
Mrs. Fitzgerald: (briskly) Of course it’ll work. Now, sit still. Let’s
get started.
(Mrs. Fitzgerald moves closer to Mrs. Pearson and makes a series of
mystical gestures. The lighting on the stage dims momentarily to
signify the change. When the lights come back up, Mrs. Pearson and
Mrs. Fitzgerald have switched places, with Mrs. Pearson now
embodying Mrs. Fitzgerald’s brash, confident persona.)
Mrs. Fitzgerald (in Mrs. Pearson’s body): There! It’s done. How do
you feel?
Mrs. Pearson (in Mrs. Fitzgerald’s body, confidently): I feel...
different. Stronger. I like it!
Mrs. Fitzgerald: (chuckling) Good. Now, go and give your family a
piece of your mind. They’ll never know what hit them!

Scene 2: Doris Enters

A few minutes later, Doris Pearson, Mrs. Pearson’s daughter, enters
the room. She’s in her late teens, dressed fashionably, and clearly
expects her mother to be at her beck and call.
Doris: (without greeting) Mum, where’s my tea? And you’ve ironed
my yellow dress, haven’t you? I need it for tonight.
(Mrs. Pearson, now embodying Mrs. Fitzgerald’s bold personality,
doesn’t immediately respond. She continues to sit, calmly smoking a
cigarette—a sight Doris isn’t used to.)
Doris: (impatiently) Mum, did you hear me? I asked for my tea, and
my dress! I haven’t got all day, you know!
Mrs. Pearson: (coolly) Don’t know, dear. Haven’t got the time to
bother with ironing dresses and making tea for you.
Doris: (astonished) What? What are you talking about, Mum?
Mrs. Pearson: (casually) I said, I haven’t got the time. And if you
want tea, make it yourself.
Doris: (genuinely shocked) Mum! What’s the matter with you? Have
you gone mad?
Mrs. Pearson: (shrugging) No. Just tired of being treated like a
servant around here. You’ve got hands. Use them.
(Doris is flabbergasted. She’s never seen her mother act like this.)
Doris: (upset) This is horrible! How can you speak to me like this?
I’ve never done anything to deserve this!
Mrs. Pearson: (laughing) Oh, haven’t you? You expect me to do
everything for you, never a thank you, and now you’re shocked
because I say “no” for once?
(Doris, stunned, begins to cry and runs out of the room. Mrs. Pearson
doesn’t seem bothered.)

Scene 3: Cyril’s Turn

Enter Cyril Pearson, Mrs. Pearson’s son. He’s in his early twenties,
casually dressed, and has the same attitude toward his mother as
Doris—he takes her for granted.
Cyril: (cheerfully) Hello, Mum! What’s for tea? I’m starving.
(Mrs. Pearson, still smoking, doesn’t even look up.)
Mrs. Pearson: Don’t know. Why don’t you make something for
yourself?
Cyril: (laughing, thinking it’s a joke) Oh, good one, Mum! Now,
seriously, what’s for tea?
Mrs. Pearson: (serious) I said I don’t know. I’m not making tea
today.
Cyril: (confused) What do you mean you’re not making tea? You
always make tea.
Mrs. Pearson: (snappily) Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe I’ve been
making tea for too long. You can make it yourself, Cyril.
Cyril: (taken aback) Mum, are you feeling all right?
Mrs. Pearson: (mockingly) Oh, I’m feeling perfectly fine, Cyril. In
fact, I’ve never felt better. I’ve just decided I’m not the family’s
servant anymore. You all can start pulling your weight around here.
Cyril: (fuming) Well, this is a bit much! What’s gotten into you?
Mrs. Pearson: (laughing) Nothing. Just a little common sense.
(Cyril, frustrated, exits the room. He clearly doesn’t know what to
make of his mother’s new attitude.)

Scene 4: Enter George Pearson

George Pearson, Mrs. Pearson’s husband, enters the room next. He’s
in his fifties, and like his children, he takes his wife’s constant care for
granted.
George: (gruffly) Evening, mother. What’s for supper?
Mrs. Pearson: (sarcastically) Oh, nothing special, George. Why don’t
you go to the club and eat there? You spend enough time there
anyway.
George: (offended) What’s this, then? You telling me to eat out at the
club now?
Mrs. Pearson: (coolly) Why not? You enjoy spending more time with
your friends at the club than you do here, don’t you?
George: (angrily) Now, look here, mother. I won’t have this
nonsense. I work hard all day, and I expect a bit of peace when I come
home.
Mrs. Pearson: (with a sharp laugh) Peace? Is that what you call it?
Coming home, sitting down, and demanding supper without even a
word of thanks? Well, George, I’m done with it. You can start
showing a bit more respect or find your own supper.
(George is flustered, unsure how to respond to his wife’s sudden
defiance. He’s never seen her act this way before, and it throws him
off balance.)
George: (stammering) What... what’s got into you, mother? Have you
gone out of your mind?
Mrs. Pearson: (calmly) No, George, I haven’t lost my mind. I’ve just
found it. I’ve been taking care of this family day in and day out,
without so much as a thank you. You all take me for granted, and I’m
sick of it. Things are going to change around here.
George: (indignant) Now, hold on a minute. I’m the man of this
house, and I won’t be spoken to like this!
Mrs. Pearson: (mocking) Oh, the man of the house, are you? What
do you do that’s so grand, George? Sit at the club all day, pretending
to be important? I’ve seen the way they laugh at you behind your
back.
George: (outraged) Laugh at me? What do you mean, laugh at me?
Mrs. Pearson: (snapping) Oh, George, don’t be so naive. You think
you’re the big shot down at the club, but they all see you for what you
are—a bore. You sit there, talking about nothing, and they laugh at
you the moment you leave.
(George stands there, completely taken aback. He’s never heard his
wife speak this way.)
George: (spluttering) How... how dare you say that?
Mrs. Pearson: (with a grin) Because it’s true. And you might as well
face it. Now, why don’t you go back to the club and see for yourself?
George: (Angrily) Do you think you can stop me? Do you think you
can stop me? No one can stop me!
Mrs. Pearson: (Firmly) Wait and watch, who can stop whom...
George: (Laughing) I’m waiting!
(George is too flustered to respond and storms out of the room,
muttering angrily under his breath.)

Scene 5: The Family Confrontation

Moments later, Doris and Cyril re-enter the room, clearly having
spoken to each other about their mother’s bizarre behavior. They are
both upset and confused, unsure of how to deal with this new version
of their mother.
Doris: (sharply) Mum, we need to talk. What’s going on? Why are
you acting like this? We didn’t do anything wrong.
Mrs. Pearson: (laughing) Oh, you didn’t, did you? You come in here,
shouting orders, expecting me to wait on you hand and foot, and you
think that’s perfectly fine? Well, I’ve had enough of it. Things are
going to change around here, starting today.
Cyril: (angrily) But this isn’t fair! You can’t just stop doing
everything all of a sudden! We need you to keep things running
smoothly!
Mrs. Pearson: (coolly) Oh, I see. You “need” me when it comes to
doing the chores, cooking your meals, and ironing your clothes. But
you don’t need me enough to show a bit of respect, do you?
Doris: (pleading) Mum, please stop this. You’re being cruel.
Mrs. Pearson: (sternly) Cruel? Do you know what’s cruel, Doris?
Working all day, every day, without a word of appreciation. And now
that I’m standing up for myself, you think it’s cruel?
(The children exchange glances, unsure of how to proceed. Mrs.
Pearson continues.)
Mrs. Pearson: (seriously) I’ve been too soft for too long, letting you
all treat me like a doormat. But no more. From now on, you’re going
to treat me with respect. I’m not asking for much—just that you
recognize the work I do and give me the kindness I deserve.
Cyril: (grumbling) But we didn’t know you felt this way.
Mrs. Pearson: (sarcastically) Oh, of course not. How could you
know when you never even bothered to ask? But now you know. So,
things are going to change. You’re going to help around the house,
and you’re going to start treating me like a person, not just a servant.
(There is a moment of silence as the family processes Mrs. Pearson’s
words. They realize she means business.)
Doris: (quietly) I suppose... I suppose you’re right, Mum. We should
have been more considerate.
Mrs. Pearson: (nodding) Yes, you should have. And it’s about time
you started.
Cyril: (reluctantly) All right. We’ll do our share. But it’s just such a
shock to hear you talking like this.
Mrs. Pearson: (laughing) Get used to it. I’m not going back to the
way things were.

Scene 6: The Switch Back

Just as the tension in the room reaches its peak, Mrs. Fitzgerald (in
Mrs. Pearson’s body) re-enters the house. She notices the family’s
discomfort and quietly observes the scene. After a moment, she steps
forward.
Mrs. Fitzgerald (in Mrs. Pearson’s body): Well, Mrs. Pearson, how
are things going?
(The real Mrs. Pearson, still in Mrs. Fitzgerald’s body, smiles
knowingly.)
Mrs. Pearson: (in Mrs. Fitzgerald’s body) I’d say things are going
quite well, Mrs. Fitzgerald. I think they’re starting to learn their
lesson.
Mrs. Fitzgerald: (chuckling) Good, good. Well, I suppose it’s time to
switch back, then.
Doris: (confused) Switch back? What are you talking about?
(Without responding to Doris, Mrs. Fitzgerald makes the same
mystical gestures she performed earlier. The lighting on stage dims
once again, and when it brightens, Mrs. Pearson and Mrs. Fitzgerald
are back in their own bodies.)
Mrs. Pearson: (back in her own body, smiling) There. That’s better.
George: (entering the room, still angry) Now, listen here, mother. I’ve
had enough of this—
(He stops mid-sentence, noticing the change in his wife’s demeanor.)
George: (confused) What’s going on here?
Mrs. Fitzgerald: (laughing) Oh, don’t worry, George. Everything’s
back to normal. But I wouldn’t push your luck if I were you.
Mrs. Pearson: (gently) George, sit down, love. We need to have a
talk.
(George, still baffled, sits down obediently. Doris and Cyril watch
with a mixture of confusion and concern.)
Mrs. Pearson: (calmly) From now on, things are going to be a little
different in this house. I’m not asking for much—just some respect
and a bit of help around here. I’ve done my part for years, and now
it’s time you all did yours.
George: (grumbling) Well, I suppose we could try...
Mrs. Fitzgerald: (chuckling) That’s the spirit, George.
Doris: (softly) We’ll do better, Mum. We promise.
Cyril: (nodding) Yeah, Mum. We’ll help out more from now on.
Mrs. Pearson: (smiling warmly) That’s all I ask.
(There’s a moment of quiet as the family members look at each other.
They’ve learned their lesson, and although they’re still a little
shocked by the day’s events, they know things will be better from now
on.)
Mrs. Fitzgerald: (grinning) Well, I think my work here is done. I’ll
be off, Mrs. Pearson. But if you ever need me again, just call.
Mrs. Pearson: (laughing) Thank you, Mrs. Fitzgerald. I don’t think
I’ll need any more magic, but I appreciate the offer.
Mrs. Fitzgerald: (with a wink) Anytime, dear. Anytime.
(Mrs. Fitzgerald exits the house, leaving the Pearson family to their
newfound understanding. Mrs. Pearson sits down, finally at peace, as
her family begins to discuss how they’ll divide the household chores.)

Scene 7: A New Beginning

The scene fades out, and when it returns, a few days have passed. The
living room is tidier than before, and Doris and Cyril are seen
helping around the house. George is sitting at the table, reading a
newspaper, while Mrs. Pearson relaxes with a cup of tea.
Doris: (cheerfully) Mum, I’ve just finished the ironing. Do you need
anything else?
Mrs. Pearson: (smiling) No, dear. That’s enough for now. Thank you.
Cyril: (calling from the kitchen) I’m making tea for everyone, Mum.
Want a cup?
Mrs. Pearson: (laughing softly) Yes, please, Cyril. That would be
lovely.
(George looks up from his newspaper, watching his children with a
newfound respect for his wife. He smiles and nods approvingly.)
George: (gruffly but kindly) You’ve done a good job, mother. Things
are running much smoother now.
Mrs. Pearson: (gently) Thank you, George. It’s nice to feel
appreciated.
(There’s a peaceful silence as the family continues their work, all in
harmony for the first time in a long while.)