I’ve always had mixed feelings about Mother’s Day. Of course when I was a child I would make a card for my mother, and my father would take us out to eat as I’m sure millions of other families did, but as I got older my feelings changed.
Part of my issue with holidays, like Mother’s Day and Valentine’s Day is just because one person thought that day is the day to show appreciation to someone, we’re expected to go along with it. Greeting card companies want us to buy overpriced cards, restaurants want us to wait three hours for the privilege of eating at their business and florists want us to show our love with flowers that will be dead by next week. And we go along with it. Americans spend about 18 million dollars on Mother’s Day each year.
Then there’s the fact that days like February 14 and the second Sunday in May have no personal meaning for me. I would rather choose my own day to express my appreciation, and have it expressed to me. You might think I’m overthinking this, and you’d probably be right, but I’ve always been the type of person to go against the grain. It’s in my DNA to be different.
When I became a mother, my issues took on a whole new meaning. My husband & I adopted our three children and soon after that I decided to celebrate Mother’s Day on the day that I became a mother. So for the last ten years, I’ve celebrated Mother’s Day on October 30. That’s my Mother’s Day. I don’t have to share the day with every other mother, and the day has meaning for me.
Then Mother’s Day decided it wasn’t finished screwing around with me and it gave me another twist, one that I wasn’t ready for. When my mother crossed over in 2007, my first Mother’s Day without her was empty and strange. I am a motherless mother on Mother’s Day. *sigh*
Happy Mother’s Day mommy. I miss and love you.