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Sunday, May 13, 2012
Today is Mother's Day. Most of my feed consists of pics of presents and bragging posts, some literally saying, "See how much my family LOVES me!"
At work on Friday, flowers were delivered to several moms with Happy Mother's Day gift cards. "Oh, look how much her kid(s) love her!"
I was called into my friend's office so he could show me what "a good son" he is for buying his mom an expensive stained glass cross to hang above her fireplace. "This thing cost a small fortune! See how much I love her!"
He was so proud.
I dared him, "Why don't you give her that tonight and just tell her you love her on Mother's Day?"
He looked at me confused. "Why would I do that?"
"Doesn't she deserve that EVERY day. ANY day? Why just on Mother's Day?"
"No, that's what Mother's Day is for."
"That's why I don't believe in Mother's Day. It sells mother's short. Fake appreciation. If you love your mother, she deserves that cross EVERY day, ANY day. It's not about your mom at all, you're just trying to out-do your brothers. My kids know every phone call or text or little gesture done throughout the year is more appreciated than pretty much feeling unappreciated except 1 day of the year. I don't want anyone, especially my loved ones, to feel pressured by a Hallmark holiday to buy me a gift or spend time with me. But that's just me."
He looked at me like my words were crazy-talk. "So you don't do Mother's Day?"
"Yes and no. EVERY day is Mother's Day to me, not just the 2nd Sunday in May. Last I knew, I'm a mother EVERY day. My daughter gives me love and attention every day, so there's nothing to prove. But that's just me. Before you pity me, because I see that in your eyes, please remember, when parents die, most people just want to spend 1 more day or hour or minute with them. But they never designate that time to be on Mother's Day or Father's Day."
He still pities me. He doesn't know that I speak from experience, that I had my daughter stolen from me, that for YEARS she wasn't allowed to know that I was her mother. "Mother's Day" hurt just like every other day.
Her kisses and hugs and kind words and gestures mean more on a daily basis than if she saved them up for 1 day each year.
Because Mother's Day is every day for me! Sunshine - Walking on Sunshine -
5/13/2012 10:28:00 AM
