I have never been a fan of Mother's Day, admittedly something that I would not normally mention. Always seemed weird to me to create all that artificial brouhaha on one day ... the pressures on the men! ...the children cooking a bad breakfast! ... the frantic calls to make a brunch reservation! We didn't have Mother's Day in India where I grew up, and I don't think mothers were any the less appreciated for it (or, as one of my Indian friends once said "every day is Mother's day in India, no?"...ah, that smug Indian style.)
Dylan writes incessantly (we're waiting for Random House to call so we can retire,) and has the memory of the proverbial elephant, so I should not have been surprised he remembered what could have been an off-the-cuff remark of years ago. But being outed by my 9-year old was a shock. He just finished his first issue of his new magazine, the Dillster (25c a copy, s&h additional, subscriptions from non-family members welcome) and there it was on the cover:
Mother's day: Hall mark card sceme?
So I ask my mom, wy doesn't Dad believe in mother's day? My answer ... he thinks hall mark invented it to sell cards! So, I'm stuck with my dad who doesnt believe in mother's day, when it's in two days! Then I discover that he believes in it enough to go by a card. lucky me.
A parent report later in the magazine has a Mom answering the question "Is there anything good about mother's day?" with "No, especially since you don't get presents." Not true, not true!
Another excerpt from Dillster#1:
Age 1: Gross
Age 5: Wy are they eating each other?
Age 8: Can you play “M” rated games?
Age 15: Wish I were the groom.
Age 30 over: She’s so lucky.
Age 70: My young man! Sniff.
P.S.: As an equal-opportunity curmudgeon, I don't think much of Father's Day either. Perhaps I should attend the "Edgy Mother's Day Event", curated by Louise Crawford, at the Stone House on May 24th.