This seemingly has nothing to do with my cookbook blog (but inevitably it DOES), so...please humor me for a few moments while I derail myself onto a different track and kvetch about my recent frustrations - I'll be good to go once I express a few thoughts. And I really should toss out thanks to my kids for their recent motivation to step up my blogging effort.
After posting yesterday how nice the breakfast was that hubby prepared, and thanking the girls for their cards, the remainder of the day was, quite sadly, SSDD.
Neither of the girls had planned anything out of the ordinary to celebrate Mother's Day, which leaves a bad taste in my mouth, needless to say. While I guess I should feel fortunate my kids aren't into drugs, alcohol, or pregnant, when I have to (very enviously) listen to other mothers say how wonderfully their kids treated them, it's difficult to remain upbeat about the whole deal.
By 2:00, hubby and I decided to just hop in our convertible and go to my favorite local winery, M Cellars, since it was uber apparent nothing was forthcoming from the daughters.
If my father hadn't been coming up to join us for dinner, we would have just stayed out of the house, to avoid the disappointment felt when your children either can't be bothered, don't care, or lack any imagination.
This morning, I very deliberately avoided watching any of the morning news shows, as I didn't want to listen to so many other mothers effuse about what a wonderful time their children had spent with them, or anything else to do with Mother's Day.
It's just like Valentine's Day - a "holiday" meant to separate people from money by buying a card, taking her out for lunch, or buying a hanging basket. Just like a single person often feels resentment about Valentine's Day, my heart is hardening against Mother's Day.
Since my own mother passed away nearly 3 years ago, I guess there's no need for any future "celebration" of this made-up "holiday". I've already told hubby that next year we are returning to Niagara-on-the-Lake for their month-long wine trail event, like we did 2 years ago. Don't know if they have Mother's Day there or not, but I can ignore it quite well in Canada.
This lack of outward caring/pseudo snubbing by the kids, who'd apparently rather spend hours on their Chrome books (and NOT just for homework) instead of attempting/wasting anything out of the typical for me on a "special day" is spurring me on to want to devote more time to this blog project, but the fact that I've given my blog info to a few friends, and only one has read it to date, made me contemplate and ponder if it's a waste of time.
HOWEVER, since this project was basically started BY me, FOR me, essentially it doesn't matter if ANYONE else reads it, does it?
SO, onward I go! Not gonna let this keep me down. I'm gonna make my "OWN happy" - at least I know what I like!
Hey, I like that, "make your own happy." So true. Loved this blog entry especially, probably because it was more personalized. I can commiserate with you regarding feeling a bit irrelevant on Mother's Day. I was completely ignored by my babies. Not a card, not a giftipoo, NADA! And sorry, but just because my fur babies do not possess opposable thumbs isn't a good excuse to completely forget about mommy on that special day! As David says, "I'm their favorite... can opener!" Keep writing, dear, if not for others than for the therapeutic effect it has on your emotional well-being.
ReplyDeleteYeah, again, it's evolving into me deciding that it's NOT just about food and cookbooks, but some of life, also.
ReplyDeleteDrat those cats! Furry babies can be a disappointment at times, but they always love you...