Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day

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.

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6 thoughts on “Mother’s Day

  1. Mmmm. I understand that. Sometimes silence gives us so much more. Thank you for sharing. I love that it is what it is in this post. No need to go on and on.

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