Let's celebrate with the same spirit as the women whose activism sparked the holiday in the first place. Let's celebrate by taking action. Support the women around us. Fight for family-focused public policy. Lift up women in office who are writing these policies, and elect more women like them. A card is nice. Change is better.
17. A coupon book, if you are over 12. Look, it's cute that I can trade a coupon for a hug, but there are only so many times I'll make a transaction for your affection.
But what about the rest of the year? How often do we take our parents for granted, particularly our mothers who in the majority of cases had been our primary caregiver? This is certainly the case among older Baby Boomers whose mothers often worked only in the home.
During the past two years of her life Mom faded out in a fog of dementia exacerbated by a series of mini-strokes which robbed her of her memory, much of her personality and her ability to live life in any kind of vital way. My mother was the personification of vitality, so to have had that taken away was a cruel punishment.
You only have this one body: take care of it. You only have this one life: make the most of it.
Caring for grandchildren, caring for an elderly parent, the caring and nurturing doesn't go away once your children are grown. Becoming a mother changes you for life, and it is something that grows and adapts and deepens you as a person, it builds you while you are building them.
As a Mother's Day procrastinator, I put off thinking about it until even Amazon drones couldn't deliver my gift on time. That's when I start pouring through the Internet for last minute creative ideas to say I love you -- even if it's at the last minute.
My mother has always had a love of music that is infectious, and my memories of the years I spent at home are punctuated with songs from all eras -- Big Band swing to '80s rock.
On the eve of Mother's Day, I'd like to acknowledge the un-surprising and un-sensational fact that my Mom is an even better egg than the world imagines her to be.
As I got older I figured out that if wealth isn't really measured by what's in your bank account; if it's measured by having a great life and a good reputation and doing something that matters every day; then my mother is one of the wealthiest people that I know.
Despite what some of us--including myself--have been taught, God really can't be trusted--at least not for specific outcomes. No matter what a parent does, or how hard we pray, anything can happen, including our worst nightmare.
I know for some of you Mother's Day will be difficult not just due to a death, but to other types of losses as well such as illness or divorce. For those who are feeling sad and confused I would like to share with you a few things I did that helped me through those early unhopeful Mother's Days.
Motherhood. It's something I think about often, tracing my fingers around its fuzzy edges, trying to make sense of it with with words, trying to get it right. But I fail and fail again.
So, although I will absolutely devour a box of delicious chocolates and indulge in that day at the spa -- what I (and most women) value the most is the card and the time spent with my family.
I hold your hand if you are a mother who can no longer see, touch or hold your child in your arms. I walk with you. In silence. I walk with you in respect. And I find a way to travel the depths of sorrow you have to live with every single day. Especially on Mother's Day.
I have an impossible wish this Mother's Day. I wish the holiday could somehow honor a group of women to which I once belonged, and for whom the day is particularly difficult.