My mother has been dead for 11 years. Every mother’s day I remember her and my sisters and nieces and friends and so forth and so on. I say Happy Mother’s Day, I post it on Facebook and send emails out to all the mothers I know. I make cards or portraits with my class. I call my sisters and say hey.
This year, nothing.
Maybe it’s because I am turning 40? My mother had me when she was 40. I’ve always thought that I too would have a child at 40, but, nope. Perhaps I’m just tired of just doing what I’m supposed to do. But that’s a different writing assignment on what I won’t do anymore. Perhaps I’ll write that one when I actually turn 40.
Or better yet, there is no reason at all. I just didn’t feel like saying Happy Mother’s Day. Because I don’t have a mother and I am not a mother. And well, to be honest, I just didn’t feel like celebrating other people’s mothers.