indigo_rose99 | Mother's Day

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Mother's Day felt like a sour experience. People this year kept wishing me happy Mother's Day all weekend and for several days after. I kept up my internal monologue ("They don't know me." and "They mean well.") and managed to (mostly) say Thank You without any extras. It seems like a day designed to remind me that I have no mother or grandmother or even mother-in-law in my life. I'm trying not to hate it, but it would be easier without the constant reminders. I think it was because I spent most of the time around the day surrounded by strangers.

My flight home was no help. I sat on a row with a mother and her adult son. She gave me new insight into what happens when well off kids with helicopter parents grow up. Sheesh. If he is adult enough to drink alcohol, you should not be lending him your credit card. But trying not to watch them together was... She was so much the mother. Doing mother-like things. It felt alien and yet so familiar.

Current Mood: sad

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reedrover

It seems like a day designed to remind me

I understand. It's also a day designed to remind us that we *aren't* mothers, ourselves.

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indigo_rose99

Oh, yes. Days of people asking me, "Are you a mother?" Gah. Again, my internal dialogue is horribly inappropriate. "NO! And I don't want to be! Why would ANYONE?! Are you people CRAZY?!" *sigh* I managed to keep those thoughts at least verbally inside. And they didn't seem to react, so my expression must have been sufficiently neutral to pass as one of the crowd.

Now I know why I came home with a bruise on my forehead. All the banging on a desk...

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reedrover

Oh, yes. I'm desperately craving the life after an eight-pound, parasitic larvae rips it way out of my lower intestines.

The manager at Fosters handed out roses to every adult woman who came into the restaurant last Sunday, regardless of obvious or perceived status. I was reasonably ok with that. It wasn't prying or in my face about it. I just smiled, took the rose, and thanked him. ... I'm getting better about letting it go...