On Mother's Day

We had a great day.  It wasn't fancy - I slept in on Sunday, went on a solo Starbucks run for my favorite coffee, hit the garden store.   Spent the afternoon playing with my guy and making a special card for Grammy - he LOVES to make cards, ever since Valentine's Day - it's been one of his favorite activities.  Clearly he gets a lot of postive affirmation because when you ask, "What will Grammy say when you give her this card" His response: "I looove it!"   Sure enough, when he handed over his proud artwork, full of construction paper grass he cut himself, a cloud made with cotton balls and some farm animals, Grammy responded "I Loooove it".     We are lucky.  It was a very nice day.

I like reading all the Mother's Day reflections around the internet, too.  This one in particular - yes. 

Being a mother has forever been an identity, a status, a relationship, an intuition. Today it has turned into a quest for perfection, an unreachable Olympus. This new ideal fills women with anxiety, peddling the joys out of Motherhood. Ironically when women in the West free themselves of patriarchy, they replace it with a new master in the home. The mandate of motherhood as full time and all embracing, which graces babies with organic baby food and diaper clothes, is a return of regressive burdens and makes mothers feel "not good enough” in the grip of constant guilt and self doubt. The current child centeredness has reached an apex of folly and as we know, when mom is unhappy, society suffers. Giving her a break once a year on Mother's Day is not enough, no matter how big the bouquet and how effusive the cards.  Esther Perel.