Mother’s Day: A Bit of a Joke

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Oh, joy! It’s that time of year again—spring is in the air, flowers are blooming, and the kids’ sports gear is making a comeback. And there it is, glaring at me from my calendar in cute, italicized font: Mother’s Day. My special day! A chance to bask in the glow of my motherhood. Except, I can’t. Because, let’s face it—Mother’s Day is a farce. And that’s the reality check.

As the mom in charge, I’m the planner, the organizer, and the one who makes family events happen. So who’s actually running this day? Who’s responsible for planning my so-called celebration? More importantly, who’s ensuring that all the other mothers in my life feel appreciated on this special occasion? The real issue with Mother’s Day is that there’s an overabundance of mothers. I’m a mother, I have a mother, she has a mother, and my husband’s family is no different. The list goes on and on. So instead of relishing in the countdown to my big day, I’m out buying gifts and cards for all these other women. Moms don’t get to hit pause on their responsibilities, even on a day meant to celebrate them.

Maybe we should consider creating a new tradition? How about reserving Mother’s Day for those with young children—those who are truly in the thick of it? Once the kids grow up, it might be time to pass on the Mother’s Day baton to those still up all night with little ones. Or perhaps we could establish a separate Grandmother’s Day, strategically placed in a calmer part of the year, or even combine it with Father’s Day. That seems fitting.

Let’s be honest—finding time to relax on Mother’s Day is nearly impossible. Even if I dream of spending my day indulging in a massage or getting lost in a good book, I’ll inevitably feel guilty for not being with the little ones who gave me this title. Who walks away from their kids after just receiving homemade cards and backyard flowers? On a holiday, no less! That word—holiday—is loaded with expectations for organized events, food, and fun—all things that, as I mentioned, I’m responsible for.

But hey, Hallmark will thrive because most won’t see through the facade. Moms will flood social media with perfect photos, each captioned with hashtags like #family and #gratefulmom. We’ll scroll through images of hand-crafted gifts and wonder what kind of mom doesn’t display her #blessings for the world to see on her so-called special day.

Here’s a thought: instead of cramming gratitude for everyone into one contrived day, why not celebrate motherhood in small, genuine moments throughout the year? Like when you find a moment of peace on a family beach day, or when your child gives you an unexpected hug. Those little instances—when your partner cooks dinner or your favorite jeans fit perfectly—those are the true Mother’s Day moments. They’re spontaneous, stress-free, and full of warmth. That’s the real essence of being a mother.

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In summary, Mother’s Day can feel like a chore rather than a celebration. Instead of placing the pressure of gratitude on one day, let’s cherish the everyday moments that remind us of the joys of motherhood.