I like the idea of Mother’s Day enough, I guess. It seems like a grand plan to set a day aside to recognize the matriarch of the family, but on this, my 19th Mother’s Day as a mom I’m coming out to say I just don’t give a hoot about it.
For starters I’m completely uncomfortable with any special recognition as a general rule. It makes me queasy. But if I don’t get it on a day set aside for it, well that’s yucky too.
And I hate the pressure. I want to recognize my own mom, but what do you get for a woman with distinctive tastes who has had over 70 years to obtain anything she might fancy? The usual hanging flower basket, or should we mix it up with a Starbucks gift card this year?
Here’s the thing, I know I’m kind of a badass, and while I enjoy occasional kudos, I prefer the impromptu type over obligatory. So save the love for the day to day moments of good and bad. It’s a lot more meaningful to get a spontaneous hug and “thanks mom” than a cheesy card with a photo of still life flowers.
But I can get behind a family brunch with some tasty treats, so I’m focusing my efforts there. Because anything that promotes consumption of chocolate is a movement I can support.