In the pantheon of lame annual days of celebration, Mothers’ Day is right alongside Father’s Day, Festivus, Talk Like a Pirate Day, and Love Day made famous by The Simpsons.
Let’s face it, if it weren’t for the marketing departments of Hallmark, the Chrysanthemum Growers Association, Breville and whoever puts together Human Nature’s Mother’s Day albums, Mother’s Day would never have gotten off the ground.
That is my firm an unwavering view. Or, it was my firm and unwavering view up until I became a mother.
My husband Chris has heard about my objections to Mother’s Day every year since we’ve met. It was a commercial conspiracy to sell pink stuff. And anyway, why did we have just one day to show our mothers how much we appreciate them? Shouldn’t we be doing that every day of the year?
Who could blame him when last year my first Mother’s Day came and went without so much as a flower or a bag of bath salts?
I could! That’s who. …more…