Come on all you mothers out there… come shoot me down in flames for I am about to cross the floor and speak out against the secret club of Motherhood.
You see… I don’t believe in Mothers Day.
Don’t get me wrong…. I am happy for everyone else to celebrate Mother’s Day and I’ll support your right to enjoy breakfast in bed and lovely presents till the cows come home. I’m just not into it for myself.
I’m not sure how it happened… I don’t remember making a big song and dance about it as a kid. Sure there were the pre-requisite mother’s day stall at school where I dutifully and undoubtedly, enthusiastically handed over my fifty cents in return for mothers day gifts. I am sure I also bestowed upon my lovely, hard-working and wonderful mother a plethora of crafty gifts as well… pinch pots and clay ducks come immediately to mind. Apart from the kitschy kid gifts, I don’t remember doing anything else special or the actual day itself being that important.
I do remember my mother telling us ‘every day should be mother’s day’… with a slightly sarcastic tone….
So I guess it is hereditary… Surely traditions are passed on via your family and clearly this one was not passed on to me. I can’t say I am very disapointed to miss out.
I know I’ll be the recipient of my fair share of kid presents. I know I’ll be forking over my two dollar coins so the kids can go off to school to purchase something I don’t want, don’t like, but feel strangely proud to receive. I’m sure I’ll be as happy about that as I was to get last years card from Zoe that proclaimed my favourite food was ‘everything’. I’m sure I’ll embrace and love all of that kid stuff as much as any mother…. but the rest of it?
The over priced flowers. The shop bought presents that I’d have to buy myself in order to get anything half decent – I do love the Baldy Boy but a Bunnings Voucher is not usually what I have in mind as a great gift, nor is a mermaid Barbie which is what the girls would buy me – with the best of intentions I might add. The breakfast in bed – the thought of cold toast and crumbs in my bed kinda freaks me out actually. The sleep in – well I am actually blessed with a husband and family who let me sleep in every once in a while regardless of what day it is. None of that, and especially the fuss… none of that appeals to me at all really.
I’ll stand up for every other mother’s right to be spoilt and celebrated on this one special day, I’ll even join in with your celebrations if invited….. just don’t make a fuss over me ok.
I’m cool with it… I’m not sad or bitter, or disapointed, or missing out on something. I love my kids. I know they love me, they tell me so several times a day. I’ll enjoy the special moments, and the kitschy gifts whenever they come… but I don’t need a special day for it.
To be fair… we also don’t celebrate Father’s Day.