Sometimes… for some of us… Mother’s Day is really hard.
Like when we go to a restaurant – just my husband and me – and we get a table right away, because all the other people in line are waiting for a table for four or for six or more. Because all the children grown and small are there to celebrate with Mom.
A table for two may be wonderful almost every day of the year. But on Mother’s Day, a table for two is so hard.
Sometimes the restaurant gives all the women a rose. “Happy Mother’s Day,” the waiter says.
I want to give the rose back. I want to throw it on the floor.
I say, “Thank you so much.”
But after the meal I leave the rose on the table.
I tell myself two things:
– That Mother’s Day is just a made-up holiday to sell…
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