Good morning, fam.
One of the hardest parts of the Mother’s Day season for me is the cards I see that say things like, “I remember whose daughter I am, straighten my crown and move forward,” or “If I’m half the mom you are, I will be blessed,” or “I am proud to be your daughter.”
These sentiments, while they may fit for other people, do not encapsulate the feelings I have about any of the mothers in my life. Granted, those feelings run the gamut from rage to numbness, but eh, there aren’t really cards for any of those either.
And while I’d say that there is no obligation to send her a card, unless it will not cause drama — mine will result in a phone call/text from my father — you can send a card that’s as generic as possible. This year, I sent a family photo with the words, “Happy Mother’s Day”. That’s it. No gift. Just a card.
That’s the least amount of energy I feel worth investing into a holiday that I cannot stand as an adult child.
So, determine how little you need to invest and do that. Nothing more. It’s not your job to make them feel anything, not even the empty sentiment of your relationship.
Until tomorrow.
Love,
Your Mom