Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day just passed. I debated on writing a post about all the wonderful mothers. Even though I am a mother, I have a mother, and a grandmother, my sister is a mother which makes me an aunt, I have an aunt who’s really my cousin, we’re Italian, it’s confusing. Just follow along. I’m not a huge fan of Mother’s Day. Shock. Awe. Gasp. I know. String me up. But hear me out.

Why should only one day be Mother’s Day? Shouldn’t every day be Mother’s Day? Shouldn’t we appreciate the women that we love all the time? Why do we have to gear up all year, buy her some extravagant gift just to prove we love her? Shouldn’t showing up every day filled with love from the heart be enough? Why is the amount of money spent the indicator of our love? And let’s face it, if you have a mother there is no way on this earth you can ever do enough to repay her for all her hard work in raising you. It’s not possible. I know. I’m a mother.

Same goes for Father’s Day.

Now explain to me grandparents day. If you’re a grandparent aren’t you also a mother or father? What about Secretary’s Day, and don’t get me started on Boss’s Day. I mean, really? Every day was most certainly boss’s day in many of the places I worked. Did you know in Japan they have Children’s Day? In America we call that Christmas.

Now I’m not saying you shouldn’t acknowledge your mother or father on these greeting card occasions. Everyone likes to be fussed over including me. But there’s so much pressure to buy the right gift. A necklace with chocolate diamonds. Can you eat those? And do you want to? “Say you love her with flowers.” Can’t you just say, “I love you?” Do you know how much flowers cost? And they die! I’d rather spend the money on chocolate. Except for my mother who doesn’t eat chocolate. I have sent her flowers, but she has a black thumb and kills everything. See where I’m going with this? She does like diamonds, but socks are much more practical and she can’t kill them.

So, here’s to you. Whatever title you hold. Mother. Father. Sister. Secretary (Bosses, you’re on your own. Just kidding. You too.) I wish you a year of happy days, love from my heart, and all the blessings in the world. You deserve it, everyday.

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4 thoughts on “Mother’s Day

  1. Stacey, you are very funny. I totally agree. Yes, Mother’s Day was added by a Woodrow Wilson (?) or fairly early in the 20th century. And once Hallmark came along, it all became one more opportunity for business.

    At my house, my wedding anniversary (4/29), birthday (5/10) and Mother’s Day all fall within a 1-12-day period. (BTW, I was born on Mother’s Day; a year later, my brother was born on Father’s Day.) Between hubby and boys and a little something for the grandmothers, I believe we could have funded an overnighter away somewhere with what wound up being spent on cards, flowers and gifts.

    Call me cheap, but I often find nice cards at the $ store. I just can’t justify spending $3+ (usually +) per card, per person. By the time I’m done, especially for the bigger holidays, I can take my family out to eat pizza or fast food with what cards cost. Flowers–and plants–can be reasonably purchased at the supermarket and some produce places. They’re usually fresher too.

    Geez-Louise, you got me started. Back to the report I was working on, lol.

    Oh, Happy Mother’s Day! 😉

    1. I hear what you’re saying! My mother’s birthday is 5/14. Between Mother’s Day cards and birthday cards I could buy an island!! I’m all for the $ store or the $.99 cards. Yes, stay away from expensive flowers. I bought an arrangement once for a birthday present and I almost fell over at the cost! I wanted to leave the price tag on!

      1. Nah, we don’t go there, but I do know a few folks who always do leave that price tag on–or make sure they tell you what it costs.

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