Motherload

I wouldn't call myself a cynic, but honestly, what’s up with Mother’s Day? Commercials advertise jewelry for mothers, and Moms on the schoolyard are making plans. When we invited a friend of Annie’s to spend the day with us in the country (an unusual treat for a city kid and an offer that most don't refuse), the girl’s mother declined, saying that they needed to get ready for MOTHER’S DAY! Please tell me, how does one get ready for Mother’s Day A WEEK IN ADVANCE? Don’t get me wrong, I love being a mother and I love my own mother. I have had lovely Mother’s Days in the past and I will probably have another one this Sunday. But I just don’t get the whole phenomenon behind it. Will someone explain to me diamond earrings, brunch reservations and nail salon gift certificates? I mean, who needs it?

Maybe, for me, Mother's Day is a bit like Valentine’s Day. (Although I'm not opposed to Mother's Day and I am opposed to Valentine's Day. Love me 365 days a year or don’t bother loving me at all, something like that). But those are not my sentiments regarding Mother's Day! In fact, I think the day should be reserved for new mothers and grandmothers. Somehow that works for me. That's sweet.

I like holidays, I really do. Well, maybe I don't. There's just so much "Stuff," you know? So much junk and clutter surrounding what's real. I just want to take it off, peel it away, toss it the hell out.

Like I said, love me 365 ...