I know today is Mother's Day and that's supposed to mean something to me. I'm supposed to wear my sparkly princess crown and dance around my mound of greeting cards. I'm supposed to redeem one of the several massage vouchers I always forget I have, even when I'm complaining about how bad I need a massage.
I know we need our "days." Our days for romance. And presents. Our days for wearing green and watching fireworks. We need scheduled time for us to wear lingerie and have sex and be thankful and get drunk and fool each other. Because otherwise we won't do those things, apparently. And if it wasn't for Mother's Day, mothers around the world wouldn't have a day reserved for bitching about their baby's daddies getting them the wrong thing.
And trust me, the mothers they are a bitching...
Maybe it's just me, but Mother's Day seems so.... dated? Another day of hollow meaning and excuses to do the things we sure as hell don't need days for. Or do we?
I'm always surprised to see how many people wrap themselves up in holidays such as Mother's Day or even worse, Valentine's Day. Days fueled by expectations and horribly dated stereotypes.
Exhibit A: The "Mother's Day Bouquet" at the local supermarket which included baby's breath and pink carnations. Not to be a snob (okay, scratch that-- snobbery is the name of this game) but exploiting the fact that (some) men are clueless when it comes to floral arrangements is not cool. In fact, it's flat out mean and manipulative.
Exhibit B: I was unable to find a Mother's Day card for a Grandmother (my mom) that didn't involve a rocking chair and a little old, shriveled lady knitting a sweater. (No offense to little old ladies who knit sweaters but not ALL GRANDMOTHERS are/do.) So instead I got one en Espanol, because grandmothers don't look like they are on their deathbeds in Mexico. In fact, they look my age.
My Mom's a Grandma and she looks like this:
Not like this:
Meanwhile, I did have myself a wonderful day. Without flowers or chocolates or any of that crap. I spent the day with my family. No Hallmark cards with Beatles lyrics. No "Mother's Day Bouquets". Just good old-fashioned fun with the people.
And it was lovely.
Even without the pink carnations.
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