I try to see it as a blessing that Mother’s Day is the one day a year where having a parent who doesn’t want to be a parent really pays off. I don’t have to send my mother any Mother’s Day cards or flowers; I don’t have to express my love or gratitude for her giving me life in any of those standard ways.
I’m completely off the hook – even saying “Happy Mother’s Day” to her would upset her.
She doesn’t believe in celebrating Mother’s Day, just like the way she doesn’t believe in family. I’ve gotten used to having a mother who’s remarkably different from the kind of mum most people have — you know, the loving, nurturing, and mothering kind of mothers.
My mother is the anti-mother.
She considers Mother’s Day a manufactured holiday; therefore, to acknowledge it in any way would be pandering to the greeting card and flower industries. I don’t understand her logic, but I’ve never been good at translating my mother’s ways.
I think it would be nice to have a day of appreciation. Although I’m not a mother, a wife, or even a secretary, I would never despise anyone because they wanted to show their appreciation for me.
If I sent my mother a Mother’s Day card, she would rip it up and use the blank portions as note cards.
I wish I could believe that my mother knows she hasn’t been a good mother and doesn’t deserve any parenting accolades. But I don’t think she’s concerned with her parenting skills; she’s far too narcissistic to care about how other people are feeling, especially people related to her.
This is a woman who didn’t even go to her son’s funeral or her nephew’s wedding. It wasn’t that she didn’t go to protest the event, just that she didn’t feel compelled to go out of a sense of love or family.