As should be abundantly clear by now, I famously think Mother’s Day is mostly bullshit, but it’s still very much a day many of us have feelings about and are forced to contend with. I’ve had shitty Mother’s Days and meh Mother’s Days, and this year, as is typical, I empathized with friends texting about spouses who “gave” their partners an afternoon with friends only to start passive aggressively texting about their “ETAs” as kid-bedtime loomed, or friends whose family members failed to utter a word about the hallowed day until the mother in question had snapped around noon, “You know it’s Mother’s Day, right?” Or friends whose Mother’s Days were rendered obsolete by familial demands to prioritize another mother (often in-law!) instead.
Mother’s Day has the potential to go spectacularly wrong, which is yet another strike against it in my book.