It’s Mother’s Day.
What does that
mean to you?
During last Friday’s lunch a co-worker initiated some small talk by asking me and someone else what we were doing for Mother’s Day. Our mutual co-worker mentioned his brunch reservation at a popular restaurant, while I answered with one word–“Remembering.”
It seemed like the easiest thing to say and got the same message across without my having to flat out bum everyone out with a direct, “My mother is dead.” But it isn’t really an honest answer, since I doubt I’m going to spend any additional time thinking about my mom than I normally do on your average Sunday.
That’s not to say I don’t think of her. Very few days go by when I don’t. But I prefer to let it happen naturally than through any deliberate effort.
So, today is a Sunday for me. I suppose I could spend it being sad, but that seems like a waste of a day, especially when I have Game of Thrones to look forward to tonight.
I have never terribly fond of maudlin holidays or their accompanying activities. Mother’s Day is one of the few exceptions. I enjoy spoiling her on Mother’s Day, cooking her the meal of her choice, and feting her with love and beaucoup attention. My mom had a very tough childhood, followed by two marriages, where she was abused. After all that, she was still one of the most loving people I knew. She taught my brothers and I to see people as people, despite their age, race, sexual orientation, etc. And that was back in the 60’s. She wasn’t a hippie,… Read more »