I did not raise my son, Sam, to celebrate Mother's Day. I didn't want him to feel some obligation to buy me pricey lunches or flowers, some annual display of gratitude that you have to grit your teeth and endure. Perhaps Mother's Day will come to mean something to me as I grow even dottier in my dotage, and I will find myself bitter and distressed when Sam dutifully ignores the holiday. Then he will feel ambushed by my expectations, and he will retaliate by putting me away even sooner than he was planning to — which, come to think of it, would be even more reason to hate Mother's Day.
Often, I have chosen to write about Mother's Day. Today, I do not have the strength. However, Author Anne Lamott has a firm voice that speaks volumes about this day.
It's very well written and quite an enjoyable piece. Don't let the title scare you, take the time to read it in its entirety. I promise you that it is worth it.