I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who has a love/hate relationship with Mother’s Day.
Of course, I know this randomly chosen day is really just a BS marketing gimmick to sell cards, flowers and cheap perfume. I know it means nothing in the larger scheme of things, but this doesn’t stop me from feeling… just a little let down.
It’s the same feeling I get after Valentine’s Day or an arranged blind date:
Really? This is what you think of me??
Every year, instead of giving me what I actually want (a bottle of gin – the good stuff and a whole day off) I end up getting crappy home-made cards. I keep them, of course. I can’t throw out any of the ugly shit my kids make because, gosh darn it, I’m a sentimental fruit. Here is a sampling of past Mother’s Day cards I’ve gotten over the years.
And then there’s the one I got from my husband as a joke/hint
But by far and away, the best Mother’s Day message I’ve gotten this year came in the mail yesterday.