I Hate Mother’s Day

Here is my confession: I am a mother who hates Mother’s Day.

It is a holiday that has been totally taken over by advertisements for flowers and jewelry and chocolate and clearance sales. On the internet a gazillion poems are circulating about how every mother is amazing. Every single one. Our jobs are so hard. We sacrifice so much. We get no appreciation from our families. We suffer. So we deserve pedicures. We deserve breakfast in bed. We deserve being waited on by our men and our children. We deserve trinkets and babbles and handmade gifts. We are all such poor, sad mothers. Everyone should take pity on us and on this one day a year really show us some respect. And then the next day, forget about it all until another Sunday in May.

But Mother’s Day was not always like this. Mother’s Day in the United States was created as a way to bridge the divide between the North and South after the Civil War. It was a day set aside to honor the grieving mothers on both sides of the conflict who had lost their sons.

Hearing this explanation made me want to actually celebrate the holiday.

It made me think about the mother’s of the girls lost in Nigeria. I can’t imagine their pain. I wonder what they would think if they heard so many mothers say that they want Mother’s Day to just be a day to themselves. That they want to disappear into a spa or that they just want their children to go away.

I don’t want to be alone on Mother’s Day.

I want to spend it with my little boy doing the things together that we both love. I want to spend it with my husband and my own mother too, just celebrating that we are all a family and that we are in each others lives.

I’m so lucky to have my little boy. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Before I had him, I wanted to be a mother so, so, so badly. And since he was born, I am thankful every day that he is alive and that he is healthy and joyful. He makes my life so much fuller and so much more fun. My child doesn’t owe me anything. Every day with my son is a gift and every day I am grateful.

Instead of wondering, what presents or special treatment I’m going to be getting tomorrow, I just want to say thank you. Thank you Wolfy for giving me the opportunity to be your mother. Every day, not just on Mother’s Day.


21 thoughts on “I Hate Mother’s Day

  1. I LOVE this!! Such a beautiful reminder, it is only their love we need! I also loved hearing the history of the day; I feel like I appreciate the day so much now that I know the origins!

      1. Yes, I agree. I wish the origins were made more public. It is sadly the same with every holiday though. I guess as moms we can at least change this in our own households. 🙂

  2. This is a wonderful post. A really really wonderful post. My sentiments mirror yours regarding the commercialism and how it’s become almost like a privileged-pity-party. I want to be with my guys on Mother’s Day and every day. I love being with my guys, they are my gifts, they are what make me a mother, they are my life and I am grateful for their presence in mine.

  3. I don’t really care for this day…I know it’s important for some people and I respect that but I think in the relationship my daughter and I have and I consider myself a lucky woman who feels so special everytime my 21 year old daughter hugs me and kisses me when ever she sees me and repescts me just as I repect her and value her for the woman she has become today.

  4. Is so true! Here in Perú All The Merchs get pretty crazy and they want to have The best sale ever. Here in my family, mothers Day is an excuse to get together, to share a table, to share conversation, to share music etc All together, is an excuse to be thankfull that my family is together and that mom still with us.
    Love All The mothers who decided to bring their babies to this world and to The ones who protects their kids as The animales do. Happy mothers Day because we dont Need clothes, jewerly or flowers to be happy, a kiss From our babies is The best gift and lást forever 🙂

  5. Wow I didn’t know this was the history of Mother’s Day. To be honest the first three Mother’s Days of mine were pretty terrible. There was just too much stress trying to visit people and having expectations. Now I’m much more realistic and more importantly, appreciative.

    The other day my eldest was talking to me about Mother’s Day and I thanked *him* for making me a mom. I try to treat the day not of one where I “deserve” something, but instead it’s one that reminds me of what I have.

    1. Maybe it is just as I’m getting older but holidays seem to be becoming more about stress and expectations than what is really important. In our family we’re all trying to tone things down and bring it back to the original meaning of the day.

  6. Well I have learnt some American History here. I agree with what you said about stress and expectations. I think a lot of it is now also competition on social media to see who got the best presents, who went where and who got the biggest bouquet of flowers.

    Thank you for linking up with the #WeekendBlogHop

    Laura x x x

  7. Wow, I didn’t know the history behind the Mother’s Day. This day like any other day has been so commercialized that it has lost its charm. I love my mother, remember her and respect her every day; I don’t need one day in 365 days to send her a gift or send her to a spa to appreciate her efforts.

  8. I agree! I like spending Mother’s Day with my family! Of course I tease my Hubby about how he is “supposed” to bring me coffee in bed and give me a massage and cook dinner (okay the first and last he actually did!!!) but truly I feel that Mother’s Day isn’t special at all if it isn’t spent with the people who gave me the amazing gift of being a Mother! I don’t need gifts because I’m a mom….being a mom is the gift! Thank you for sharing the true history of Mother’s day. It was so interesting!

  9. I am just finding you. This is a great post! I agree with [almost] all of it. I completely agree with that the holiday has become something totally too far away from its original meaning. I don’t like being celebrated or waited on or seen as a poor overworked, unappreciated person. I am not. I am so fortunate and happy overall. Sincerely.

    Thanks and great to ‘meet’ you! I look forward to reading more.

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