Dinner, on Tuesday. To celebrate my mom's birthday.
My mother has never liked being defined as a "mother", and every year she nicely declines to do anything on the date.
She was quite offended one year while teaching in Pakistan, when she was asked to do an interview on TV, and discovered that they were putting together a "Mother's Day" special and wanted to ask her how she felt with her daughter living so far away. They didn't want to know about her research, they just wanted to do a feel good bit about moms. I think Pakistan really soured her on Mother's Day, because it's a very big holiday there, with everyone getting terribly sentimental about how much they love their mothers. But, at the same time, they're still struggling to make progress in the area of women's rights.
My mother sent me this, yesterday:
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/05/10/opinion/our-mothers-as-we-never-saw-them.html?_r=0
As for me, I do sometimes wish she was prouder of being my mother, but I respect her feelings. And I personally take immense pride in being mother to two terrific young adults. One of whom, when I asked him on Wednesday if he'd be dropping by for dinner at any point this week, panicked and texted, "Can I come over tomorrow? I heard you dyed your hair? Happy mother's day?" Followed by, "Wait no it's not mother's day today." Followed by, "Never mind that last part!" He's a good lad. He came over last night, and wished me a happy early Mother's Day, after explaining that he wouldn't be free on Sunday.
On the actual day, I'm sure my husband will wish me a happy mother's day, and so will my daughter. And they'll be extra nice to me all day. I love Mother's Day!
