Mothers always impress me, be it, breaking down a stroller in a parking lot with the quickness - one handed, because they're holding baby with the other one or multitasking while watching their children. I really don't know how mother's do it. From the outside looking in, I will simply never get it. When Mother's Day comes around, it's difficult not to think about the relationship I have with mine. Today, after someone wished me a happy early Mother's day and I wanted to scream. I've never brought a Mother's day card in my life. A few years back, I went to the mall for an Auntie Anne's pretzel (they have the best pretzels) on Mother's day, big mistake. When I realized what day it was (I've never marked it on my calendar), I should've left but I got very I every right to be here stubborn. I was all twisted up inside that day and it was my fault. But when a stranger wishes me a happy Mother's day it's out of my hands.
I am not looking forward to working on Sunday because I know customers will wish me a happy Mother's day. All I can do is fake smile and say thanks. For the past few months I have been contributing YA suggestions to a site called Flashlight Worthy Books. This month's theme YA books featuring a mother/daughter relationship. I almost took a pass since than I remembered Bleeding Violet by Dia Reeves. Now, mothers and mental illness that I get but Reeves great YA debut is much more fun than the real thing.
On Sunday unless you know the person is celebrating Mother's Day, please do not wish them a happy Mother's Day.
*I blame this too honest post on the hour. I had actually meant to do something on the economy. In the daylight I will probably have to resist the urge to take it down.So read it while you can.