So, here’s the thing: I don’t want to participate in Mother’s Day. I don’t want to acknowledge it for my mom and grandmother and mother-in-law. I don’t want anyone to toss even a “Happy Mother’s Day” in my direction.
I don’t know how to explain it. And this isn’t some screed shaming my husband or anyone else for their lack of enthusiasm for the holiday. I’m just not feeling it any longer.
In theory, it’s very nice. Take one day to recognize the work that the maternal figure in your life does. The work that will never end. The work that will resume promptly on Monday morning. The work that I will continue to perform for less pay and a hell of a lot more judgment. Suddenly the chocolates and the flowers and the mass-produced greeting cards seem insulting.