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.