As the Mother’s Day ads have passed, I am relieved to say that it wasn’t a hassle. If anything, I alternated between vague feeling of “It’s not my problem” and “I don’t have to do anything”.
If you don’t already know: I am not a mother; my mother is dead; my grandmothers are dead. I did not have to do anything for this holiday, and in fact I did not. Nor did I feel renewed grief or regret over my mother’s or grandmother’s deaths. If anything, it was nice to sit this holiday out.
This is not meant as a slam on those who happily celebrate Mother’s Day, or a reminder that “If you don’t appreciate your mother now you’ll regret it when she’s gone”, or other such crap. I’m just glad to be a point where every single mention of Mother’s Day doesn’t always and immediately plunge me into reflections of my mom.