Mothers are all slightly insane.
-J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
I’m rather good at pooh-poohing most Hallmark days. They’re too commercial, designed to sell cards and gifts.
One that is hard for me to put neatly in this category is Mother’s Day – even if it is every bit as commercial as all the rest. In fact, Mother’s Day is one of the most commercialized of the lot. This year over $17 billion (yes, billion) will be spent in the U.S. alone on Mother’s Day – jewelers, florists and restaurants are the leading beneficiaries.
Yet, for me this day somehow retains a sacred part to it.
Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing.
~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987
I don’t need a Mother’s Day to remind me of mom but it sure feels wonderful to celebrate her on a special day.
And to say thank you from the bottom of my heart – for life and for complete and unconditional love and caring. How lucky for me!
Go ahead, don’t hold back. If you can say the same, you should. Loudly.
When your mother asks, “Do you want a piece of advice?” it is a mere formality. It doesn’t matter if you answer yes or no. You’re going to get it anyway.