I officially hate Mother's Day

 

Before I had a family, I had this idea in my head of how Mother's Day would be.

My child would either make me a gift or go to their dad with what they want to buy me, and he'd help them out. I'd be awaken that morning with burned toast, a messy bowl of cereal, a half poured glass of juice, brought on a tray. A hand-written note, a gift and being treated like a Queen for one stress-free day.

However, this was what my imagination conjured up. Being a writer tends to be my downfall at times because I think that what I write should be able to happen in the real world.

My expectations tend to have a habit of disappointing me and yesterday was no exception.

I awoke to "Happy Mother's Day" and that was it.

No card. No gift. Nothing.

I went on about my day and we went out to eat after worship service but I really felt like crap.

I go all out for others on holidays and birthdays only to be considered an after thought most times.

Yesterday was just an ordinary day for me. Nothing special. So as far as I'm concerned, the day no longer exists and doesn't need to be celebrated in my household.

I got a gift from my mother.

I got a gift from my mother in law.

But my core family...nothing.

Except later on that night my daughter brought me a bottle of lotion and spray that she got for Christmas and never used.

But... I don't know.

I guess I'm more hurt than anything. Yesterday kinda showed me I don't really matter to the people I care about most.

I just serve a purpose.

So that day is officially banned around here.

Don't wish it to me. 

I'm good.