The Aftermath of...

...Mother's Day is always interesting to watch.

You have a handful of moms who received wonderful thoughtful gifts and proclaim their pride in their children and spouses. It's wonderful!

Then you have the vast majority who had a Mother's Day that was less than stellar.

My beef with Mother's Day?

Do I really need a single day to know that my spouse and children love me and appreciate me?

I better fucking not! There better be no question of whether or not I'm loved by my family.

Mother's Day is a Hallmark holiday, just like Valentine's Day and Father's Day. It's a day to set up a specific group for disappointment at the hand of corporations who could give a rat's ass if your family treats you like a queen (or king) as long as you go buy shitty cards and flowers that will die within a week and create a collection of vases that just take up space. It's all about money.

On Mother's Day, I used to have huge expectations. I expected my kids not to fight and to come together to do something meaningful to make me feel loved on my special day. I expected my husband to field everything and to make sure that I felt special. My husband never disappointed, even though I'm not his mother, but my kids were kids. I was frustrated, yelling and crying about "How could you do this to me on my special day! I just want one day a year where it's about me!"

But really, it's not about me. At all. It's about the fact that someone calls me "Mom" and they do special things all year long to let me know how much they love me. Snuggling on the couch to watch a movie, a call from a teenager, a swiped flower from a neighbor's yard, an unsolicited "I love you", a hug, a smile, a thank you. THAT'S what being a mom is all about.

Not some one day celebration of motherhood.

It's nice when they remember, but it's nicer when they do it because they want to, not because a calendar says they have to.

~Kim

Mordant Matriarch Podcast 2.5

The Podcast can be found here: Mordant Matriarch Episode 2.5


Welcome to The Mordant Matriarch mini-podcast.

I’m your host, Kim, the matriarch extraordinaire.

I guess this is episode 2.5.

I just wanted to drop by today and say Happy Easter. Whether you are spending it with family, extended family, alone, with friends, with or without your kids, I want you to remember something.

Easter has become something much larger than its origins. I don’t even understand how that’s possible because if you’re familiar with it, then you know it’s to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ.

Now, I am NOT religious by any stretch of the imagination and I do understand that because of people like me, there are more secular reasons for these holidays, such as a magical rabbit that brings candy and hides eggs. (I’ll research this later, but rabbits don’t even lay eggs so..uh…whatever).

It’s gotten out of hand. We have become so ridiculously proud of the stuff we can give, in some cases, it’s become a 2nd Christmas. While I don’t begrudge those who can do this, I might be a little jealous but that’s neither here nor there, do not feel bad, or less, or horrible if you don’t. We all have choices to make. I’m noticing the theme of my podcasts currently seem to be about how every mom and ever child are different. Holidays carry the same way.

Everyone celebrates differently.

So, in this short podcast, I want to take a moment and remind you that no matter what your holiday situation, remember your blessings. Remember those little jerks who make us laugh and cry in the same 30 seconds. If you’re a shared parent, I can’t imagine how hard it is to split holidays, but they’ll be with you soon and they don’t give a rat’s ass if they celebrate with you the day before, the day after, or a week from now. They just care that you do celebrate with them.

For those of you dealing with in-laws today, which luckily I’m not, may the booze and chocolate be plentiful and may your in-laws remember that you are raising their greatest treasures and cut you some slack today.

Happy Easter!

Today’s podcast wasn’t sponsored by anyone.

See you next time!