I tend to forget about this one because I’m not a mother, and I don’t have a mother anymore. But to those of you who are, Happy Mother’s Day!
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I tend to forget about this one because I’m not a mother, and I don’t have a mother anymore. But to those of you who are, Happy Mother’s Day!
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Mother’s Day is always a little weird, because my mom died when I was seven. I have a great stepmother (well, great now that I’ve had a lot of therapy and learned to deal with her and my dad’s weirdness ;-) who’s been in that role since I was 10 but still … not the same.
Yeah, I don’t have a mother anymore, either. Every year I forget about Mother’s Day until I start hearing TV and radio commercials about buying your mom a gift.
My mother died when I was in my twenties, and I was my father’s best man at his wedding. His wife is the only paternal grandma that my children have known, and for that reason my family sends her flowers on mother’s day (she has no kids). But she’s not “mom” to me. I sometimes say “stepmother” to simplify for acquaintances, but that’s not right either. She’s my father’s wife. I love her, she’s part of the family, but she’s not my mom. (I don’t call my in-laws “mom” and “dad” either, though I spend a ton of time with them.)
Around mother’s day, I sometimes hear the Fosters’ Beer radio adds, with the barroom chorus of “No-One Ever Loves You Like Your Mum …” For some reason, that gets me.