For my Children

I hate Mother’s Day.

I know my children love me, and it’s nice of them to take the time to let me know, but I loathe this day as the pre-ordained time to do it. It’s so forced, so Plasticine a celebration that I can’t accept the sentiment.

When my kids were younger, and I was full-time Mom, all I ever wanted for Mother’s Day was to have the day to myself. And, bless them, my family always accommodated that request. I got to garden, play piano, go to the movies by myself, and Tim made it so I never had to cook or clean.

And now that I’m away from my kids most of the time, the impending holiday sits on me like a guilty weight. I don’t *want* my kids to feel like they have to do something for me this weekend. I don’t want my kids to feel like they HAVE to do something for me at all! I want our relationship to be free and loving and giving, with no expectations on either side except that we will always love each other and always be in each other’s corners when we are needed. We spend time together when we can, but requiring each other’s presence or presents just because some external force says we should just pisses me off.

When my daughter texts me a picture of hyacinths in bloom outside her dorm — THAT is love.

When my son brings home a pound of my favorite coffee beans for us to share — THAT is love.

When my youngest defends me to family members taking pot shots at me in my absence –THAT is love.

I don’t need flowers or candy or a sickeningly sweet fake bullshit card bought because they feel like they have to in the middle of finals or a busy job hunt or preparations for new living arrangements. They have lives to live, and there is ample evidence the rest of the year that they haven’t forgotten me and still feel the bond we made when they were growing up. We catch up when we can, make plans that involve being together, send each other references to inside jokes.

Maybe there will be a day when my nose is out of joint because they didn’t get me a flower-shellacked Mother’s Day card. I’ll encourage them to call their dad in about a month, but I’ll leave it up to him to say whether the day itself of Father’s Day is essential to his understanding of the kids’ appreciation for him.

But kids, for the record, all I want for Mother’s Day is to not have to cook and clean. And by having your own lives, you’ve made that wish an everyday reality, so thank you. I’ll get myself some chocolates and go see a movie. If I talk to you, that’s wonderful. If I don’t, it’s cool. I know you love me.

I don’t need you to prove it on some Sunday in the middle of May.

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  1. I actually kind of love the sentiment of this . . . while I do try to “bend over backwards” on Mother’s Day, it’s a concerted effort to do *more* of what I do, throughout the year, rather than “do stuff that I don’t do for a day.” There’s something about that — the people who only ever take someone out for their birthday, or only call on a holiday . . . it just seems so . . . inorganic.

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