Mother's Day celebrations

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We had a good day. šŸ™‚ Went out to eat, shopping and spent quality time together. We had a few sad moments remembering our precious Noel and also my own mother. Our family all lives two states away so no visiting. My husband called his mom and we did face time with her and I texted my new step-mom. Im actually much closer to MIL than step-mom though. :o
 
For those of us who have actually lost a REAL mother, I think this is inappropriate. 😦
I’m sorry you find that offensive.

But haven’t you ever noticed how many important fictional characters have their mothers killed off by Disney/J.K. Rowling/various sitcoms/etc.?

It’s an epidemic.
 
I’m sorry you find that offensive.

But haven’t you ever noticed how many important fictional characters have their mothers killed off by Disney/J.K. Rowling/various sitcoms/etc.?

It’s an epidemic.
Yes I know. Sorry I snapped at you. It’s just a difficult day for me between loosing Mom and our only child. This year added to it was final and permanent sterilization (not willed of course.) I know it’s a difficult day for many wo have lost mothers, children, experiencing infertility, or who are single (who do not wish to be so.)
 
For those of us who have actually lost a REAL mother, I think this is inappropriate. 😦
I have lost a mom, and the Professor snape tweet did not offend me in the least. He was commenting on fictional mothers. And the point was that there is a preponderance of moms in fiction that die. Xantippe is correct. I cannot think of a Disney movie where there is a mother… There is nothing inappropriate about noting that today or any day.
 
I have lost a mom, and the Professor snape tweet did not offend me in the least. He was commenting on fictional mothers. And the point was that there is a preponderance of moms in fiction that die. Xantippe is correct. I cannot think of a Disney movie where there is a mother… There is nothing inappropriate about noting that today or any day.
Ok. It just struck me that way. We all grieve differently. I apologized for being snappish. 🤷
 
Yes I know. Sorry I snapped at you. It’s just a difficult day for me between loosing Mom and our only child. This year added to it was final and permanent sterilization (not willed of course.) I know it’s a difficult day for many wo have lost mothers, children, experiencing infertility, or who are single (who do not wish to be so.)
I struggle with Mother’s Day. I try to be a good sport for the sake of my own children, and I sincerely appreciate the sweet things they plan and do for me. That is helping me to overcome a loathing of this contrived holiday, which, thanks to my mother, was ruined before I had my own children. She always makes sure that in some way, she gets in a dig to show how much of a failure I am of a daughter. So I mostly try to forget it.

Only this year, I actually did forget it. I didn’t realize it was Mother’s Day until I woke up this morning, which means I forgot to send a card and certainly did not send an extravagant present or flowers to my mother. So today, I had to admit my own failure as a daughter, preemptively, in a profuse apology to my mother. Still, my husband reminded me that I ended up giving my mother what she wanted most, to have me feel like a failure. That cheered me right up. I always like it when I get just the right present for someone. 😊

Plus, the homily today was all about how we should cut our mother’s some slack and we shouldn’t expect them to be perfect. That helped me not feel alone. And then I got to talk to my MIL, who is a sweetheart, and who half raised me anyway. And she and I both had a good laugh about how DH and I both forgot about Mother’s Day being this weekend. She understood completely.

So overall, what should have been another very bad Mother’s Day turned out to probably be the best one yet, because I ā€œfailedā€ and the world did not end and it didn’t have to be a big production in order to have a good day. šŸ‘

But Mother’s Day can be very very hard for some women, whether their mothers are alive or deceased, and whether they have children or not. I am sorry you lost your mom, Convert, and I am sorry about the loss of the ability to have a child of your own. You may not be able to celebrate with your precious child that you lost, but your generosity and openness to life and the suffering you patiently endure bespeaks of a true mother’s heart. God bless you on this and every Mother’s Day.
 
I struggle with Mother’s Day. I try to be a good sport for the sake of my own children, and I sincerely appreciate the sweet things they plan and do for me. That is helping me to overcome a loathing of this contrived holiday, which, thanks to my mother, was ruined before I had my own children. She always makes sure that in some way, she gets in a dig to show how much of a failure I am of a daughter. So I mostly try to forget it.

Only this year, I actually did forget it. I didn’t realize it was Mother’s Day until I woke up this morning, which means I forgot to send a card and certainly did not send an extravagant present or flowers to my mother. So today, I had to admit my own failure as a daughter, preemptively, in a profuse apology to my mother. Still, my husband reminded me that I ended up giving my mother what she wanted most, to have me feel like a failure. That cheered me right up. I always like it when I get just the right present for someone. 😊

Plus, the homily today was all about how we should cut our mother’s some slack and we shouldn’t expect them to be perfect. That helped me not feel alone. And then I got to talk to my MIL, who is a sweetheart, and who half raised me anyway. And she and I both had a good laugh about how DH and I both forgot about Mother’s Day being this weekend. She understood completely.

So overall, what should have been another very bad Mother’s Day turned out to probably be the best one yet, because I ā€œfailedā€ and the world did not end and it didn’t have to be a big production in order to have a good day. šŸ‘

But Mother’s Day can be very very hard for some women, whether their mothers are alive or deceased, and whether they have children or not. I am sorry you lost your mom, Convert, and I am sorry about the loss of the ability to have a child of your own. You may not be able to celebrate with your precious child that you lost, but your generosity and openness to life and the suffering you patiently endure bespeaks of a true mother’s heart. God bless you on this and every Mother’s Day.
Very nice.

Dorothy Cummings McLean has a good post up, encouraging priests not to overdo Mother’s Day whooptydos:

thehistoricalhouse.blogspot.com/2016/05/mothers-day-shenanigans.html
 
In other Mother’s Day news, my husband tells me that our local trampoline place had a special event today where you could just drop your kids off for the whoooooole day.

:eek:
 
Please pray for a friend of mine, Cori. Mother’s Day isn’t easy for her as she was never able to have children. (Her husband died in an accident a few months after they were married.) Her siblings with children live out-of-state now so she can’t visit, and she lost her own mom a year ago.
 
Please pray for a friend of mine, Cori. Mother’s Day isn’t easy for her as she was never able to have children. (Her husband died in an accident a few months after they were married.) Her siblings with children live out-of-state now so she can’t visit, and she lost her own mom a year ago.
Praying. How heartbreaking for Cori.
 
I struggle with Mother’s Day. I try to be a good sport for the sake of my own children, and I sincerely appreciate the sweet things they plan and do for me. That is helping me to overcome a loathing of this contrived holiday, which, thanks to my mother, was ruined before I had my own children. She always makes sure that in some way, she gets in a dig to show how much of a failure I am of a daughter. So I mostly try to forget it.

Only this year, I actually did forget it. I didn’t realize it was Mother’s Day until I woke up this morning, which means I forgot to send a card and certainly did not send an extravagant present or flowers to my mother. So today, I had to admit my own failure as a daughter, preemptively, in a profuse apology to my mother. Still, my husband reminded me that I ended up giving my mother what she wanted most, to have me feel like a failure. That cheered me right up. I always like it when I get just the right present for someone. 😊

Plus, the homily today was all about how we should cut our mother’s some slack and we shouldn’t expect them to be perfect. That helped me not feel alone. And then I got to talk to my MIL, who is a sweetheart, and who half raised me anyway. And she and I both had a good laugh about how DH and I both forgot about Mother’s Day being this weekend. She understood completely.

So overall, what should have been another very bad Mother’s Day turned out to probably be the best one yet, because I ā€œfailedā€ and the world did not end and it didn’t have to be a big production in order to have a good day. šŸ‘

But Mother’s Day can be very very hard for some women, whether their mothers are alive or deceased, and whether they have children or not. I am sorry you lost your mom, Convert, and I am sorry about the loss of the ability to have a child of your own. You may not be able to celebrate with your precious child that you lost, but your generosity and openness to life and the suffering you patiently endure bespeaks of a true mother’s heart. God bless you on this and every Mother’s Day.
I’m so sorry your relationship with your mother is so difficult for you. :console: Thank you so much for these kind words. :hug3:
 
Please pray for a friend of mine, Cori. Mother’s Day isn’t easy for her as she was never able to have children. (Her husband died in an accident a few months after they were married.) Her siblings with children live out-of-state now so she can’t visit, and she lost her own mom a year ago.
😦 How sad! Prayers for all in difficult situations. :gopray2:
 
Ok. It just struck me that way. We all grieve differently. I apologized for being snappish. 🤷
I found it mildly offensive too I most confess, this is only the 3rd mother’s day since my mom passed away. It would have also been her birthday. I get that we celebrate all mothers, but fictional ones? Do they share the same honor?

But I do see the point about how many of them are just killed off in media. I was just thinking the other day, my son loves curious george…there are almost no moms in curious george, despite having several different children. Some live with (or visit?) their aunt, one visits her grandparents, and we don’t see the other one’s parents (he’s a teenager). Where are all the mommies?

I guess it’s a good point, but the comment, when I first read it, came across as mildly offensive… I think maybe it is because it hasn’t been long, I’m not sure.

It was a difficult day for me yesterday, and I’ve woken up with a cold today. Fun.
 
Mother’s Day is the equivalent of New Year’s Eve for me.

It never lives up to the expectations and ultimately just becomes another day.

When I was a child, I was essentially the only child in my family. Strangely enough, I remember Mother’s Day being a much bigger deal. We always went to an aunt or uncle’s house where all the mothers and mothers-in-law would be given corsages and we had a brunch.

All of those ladies have since passed away and my mother and I are the only mothers in the immediate family. I have three half siblings who live in other states and, obviously, celebrate with their own families and their own mothers.

My first mothers day was in the midst of some very difficult times for my husband and me. I think it sort of soured all future mothers days. It left such a wound that I always go back to that time each year.

I’ve also asked DH for one thing every year: Breakfast in bed.

Through no fault of his own, it has never really been possible because we have always had a newborn or somewhere to get to early.

Maybe next year. 🤷

I did get the gift of sleeping through the night and a lovely robe. Also got lemon squeezer and a meat mallet.
 
Mother’s Day is the equivalent of New Year’s Eve for me.

It never lives up to the expectations and ultimately just becomes another day.

When I was a child, I was essentially the only child in my family. **Strangely enough, I remember Mother’s Day being a much bigger deal. **We always went to an aunt or uncle’s house where all the mothers and mothers-in-law would be given corsages and we had a brunch.

All of those ladies have since passed away and my mother and I are the only mothers in the immediate family. I have three half siblings who live in other states and, obviously, celebrate with their own families and their own mothers.

My first mothers day was in the midst of some very difficult times for my husband and me. I think it sort of soured all future mothers days. It left such a wound that I always go back to that time each year.

I’ve also asked DH for one thing every year: Breakfast in bed.

Through no fault of his own, it has never really been possible because we have always had a newborn or somewhere to get to early.

Maybe next year. 🤷

I did get the gift of sleeping through the night and a lovely robe. Also got lemon squeezer and a meat mallet.
Mother’s Day has gotten to be such a big deal in my extended family among the aunts, uncles and grandma and grandpa that I wasn’t able to track down my own mom yesterday to wish her Happy Mother’s Day, as they were obviously out whooping it up.

I’ll try again today.
 
I found it mildly offensive too I most confess, this is only the 3rd mother’s day since my mom passed away. It would have also been her birthday. I get that we celebrate all mothers, but fictional ones? Do they share the same honor?

But I do see the point about how many of them are just killed off in media. I was just thinking the other day, my son loves curious george…there are almost no moms in curious george, despite having several different children. Some live with (or visit?) their aunt, one visits her grandparents, and we don’t see the other one’s parents (he’s a teenager). Where are all the mommies?

I guess it’s a good point, but the comment, when I first read it, came across as mildly offensive… I think maybe it is because it hasn’t been long, I’m not sure.

It was a difficult day for me yesterday, and I’ve woken up with a cold today. Fun.
You often hear griping from the guys about the dumb sitcom dad, but I was just realizing that the dead mom is one female media equivalent.

Also, this is a little dark, but you know how there are so many wicked stepmothers in fairy tales? Back when dinosaurs roamed the earth, I did a lit MA, and one of the ideas I heard about then was that the stepmom isn’t really a stepmom. The wicked stepmother is a psychological stand-in for the heroine’s actual mother. Rather than deal with the complexity of an actual mother-daughter relationship, fairy tales split mom into ā€œgood momā€ (the dead or absent mother) and the ā€œbad momā€ (the very present wicked stepmother) that it’s OK to hate. That was something like Bruno Bettelheim’s theory in his book ā€œThe Uses of Enchantment.ā€
 
Very nice.

Dorothy Cummings McLean has a good post up, encouraging priests not to overdo Mother’s Day whooptydos:

thehistoricalhouse.blogspot.com/2016/05/mothers-day-shenanigans.html
Thanks for the link.

I especially like the talk about aunts.

I have an aunt who is an overachiever. She skipped high school in its entirety, went to college to study biology and then on to medical school. She got her MD at age 19. She went on to specialize in neurosurgery. She is a devout Catholic who volunteers her time giving children in impoverished nations free medical care. Overall, I admire her and she is a big influence on me. She never married or had children but she has saved many children in poor countries from death.
 
I got spoiled!

Saturday, my husband took the girls out so I could have a bubble bath!
Sunday, after HolyMass the Knights of Columbus had a pancake breakfast with crepes (banana’s foster or cherry’s jubilee), eggs Benedict (salmon/ham), and mimosas! Then I hosted a tea party at our house for my MIL and SIL. We all wore funny hats, ate sconces, cucumber sandwiches, and played telephone.
 
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