The title reminds me of How I Met Your Mother- Barney Stinson celebrated Not a Father's Day lol.
People are weird about Mother's Day. I understand that for women who wish they had children but don't (like me), it can kind of suck.
I can also understand that it could be a hard day for people who didn't have good moms (not me).
The most humorous thing I've ever heard is that some moms think it's hard because it makes them feel pressured or like they're not good enough moms. I'm calling First World Problem Syndrome on that one. No one is a perfect mom, or human. Just sit back and relax and accept the homemade cards and breakfast in bed without making it into a pity party because your loved ones are celebrating you.
Mother's Day has never been that bad for me because I've always thought of it as just celebrating my mom. I guess it would be harder if other people had kids in our family, but I only have one sister and she doesn't have kids... so there is only one mom in our immediate family. And it's nice to celebrate her!
We had a happy, relaxing day yesterday. Church at home, video chatted with David's parents and relived experiences of rude French waiters, dropped off my mom's present and got to hang with my parents and puppy, played digital family games through House Party, and watched a funny movie.
Here are the only two things that irked me.
The day before a well-meaning family from church dropped off a Mother's Day trinket for me. This is something my church does EVERY YEAR. In an effort to not leave anyone out or make anyone feel bad, they give a gift to every woman on Mother's Day.
Well guess what... the holiday is not called Women's Day. It's called Mother's Day. I feel like for some reason it's patronizing/condescending to do this.
Being a woman is not the same thing as being a mother. I am not a mother. Woman and mother are not synonyms. It's so awkward to me. I would have zero problems with Mother's Day if these kind and well-meaning people did not pretend I am a mother every year.
My only other punch to the gut moment came from Instagram. I know, a few paragraphs ago I complained about moms throwing themselves a pity party being a First World Problem. Here's my First World Problem.
Someone posted a cute photo with her kids and wrote "I can't believe how boring and empty my life would be without them."
I wouldn't say my life is that boring. Maybe a little too quiet, but I do have a job I like, hobbies I like, family I love, travel, etc.
But I would say my life is a little empty. Years ago, when I first began to confront the fact that having children wouldn't be a sure thing for us... I had the stark realization that for me, a life without having children would be meaningless.
So the reminder that other people also think life would be empty without kids stung a bit.
People are weird about Mother's Day. I understand that for women who wish they had children but don't (like me), it can kind of suck.
I can also understand that it could be a hard day for people who didn't have good moms (not me).
The most humorous thing I've ever heard is that some moms think it's hard because it makes them feel pressured or like they're not good enough moms. I'm calling First World Problem Syndrome on that one. No one is a perfect mom, or human. Just sit back and relax and accept the homemade cards and breakfast in bed without making it into a pity party because your loved ones are celebrating you.
Mother's Day has never been that bad for me because I've always thought of it as just celebrating my mom. I guess it would be harder if other people had kids in our family, but I only have one sister and she doesn't have kids... so there is only one mom in our immediate family. And it's nice to celebrate her!
We had a happy, relaxing day yesterday. Church at home, video chatted with David's parents and relived experiences of rude French waiters, dropped off my mom's present and got to hang with my parents and puppy, played digital family games through House Party, and watched a funny movie.
Here are the only two things that irked me.
The day before a well-meaning family from church dropped off a Mother's Day trinket for me. This is something my church does EVERY YEAR. In an effort to not leave anyone out or make anyone feel bad, they give a gift to every woman on Mother's Day.
Well guess what... the holiday is not called Women's Day. It's called Mother's Day. I feel like for some reason it's patronizing/condescending to do this.
Being a woman is not the same thing as being a mother. I am not a mother. Woman and mother are not synonyms. It's so awkward to me. I would have zero problems with Mother's Day if these kind and well-meaning people did not pretend I am a mother every year.
My only other punch to the gut moment came from Instagram. I know, a few paragraphs ago I complained about moms throwing themselves a pity party being a First World Problem. Here's my First World Problem.
Someone posted a cute photo with her kids and wrote "I can't believe how boring and empty my life would be without them."
I wouldn't say my life is that boring. Maybe a little too quiet, but I do have a job I like, hobbies I like, family I love, travel, etc.
But I would say my life is a little empty. Years ago, when I first began to confront the fact that having children wouldn't be a sure thing for us... I had the stark realization that for me, a life without having children would be meaningless.
So the reminder that other people also think life would be empty without kids stung a bit.
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