Don't get me wrong; I like Mother's Day just as much as the next mom. It's just that thinking of the day itself gives me a migraine. And indigestion. And sometimes I break out into a rash. Other than that, I love Mother's Day. Truly.
Perhaps we make too much of a day created by the lovely folks at Hallmark & Carlton. We've come to expect so much. Okay, I'll eliminate the "we" & turn it into an "I". Not fair for me to speak on your behalf, is it? Sorry.
I've come to expect too much. Those damn commercials with happy moms (who apparently wake up with make-up perfectly intact & not a hair out of place!) being brought breakfast in bed or rushing to get ready for their dinner reservations while putting on their new diamond earrings (a gift for only the most deserving of moms, I might add) won't go away! Why oh why do I fall pray to the wizards of advertising? I'm not a shallow person...not always.
The reality of Mother's Day for me is zooming from place to place, trying to accomplish the mother's day visits owed to our own moms (the deserve it, after all), while trying to to be too disruptive of my children's schedules (meals need to be ingested & naps taken) & perhaps trying to get in some time for myself as well. I'm a mom too, you know!
This manic feeling isn't exclusive only to Mother's Day. I should be fair here. I also tend to develop an ulcer around Father's Day, Thanksgiving, Christmas & Easter. Days that conjure up images of laughter, food & comfort tend to give me a severe pain on the left side of my head & stabbing pangs in my stomach as though I'm being impaled.
That being said, maybe it'll be different this year. Never say never, right? Manic or simply serene, I wish all mammas a blissfully happy (or bearable) Mother's Day. After all, you deserve it!
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