I have way too many pissed-off friends today. Why? Because their husbands forgot or neglected Mother's Day.
This past weekend my family traveled to Connecticut for the funeral of my husband's aunt. She left behind two adult children who had the undeniably difficult task of burying their mom on the day before Mother's Day. What I didn't expect was for them to show me something so profound in their grief.
There are some of us for whom this day is a reminder of what we don't have -- we're not (yet) mothers, or our mothers are gone. For a number of reasons, this year I felt particularly touched by their sensitivity to this day.
I posted the following as my status on Facebook yesterday: “Marriage was not designed to make you happy, satisfied, or whole. If you go into it for any of the aforementioned reasons, you’re in for a rude awakening.” Some of my friends asked me to expound, so I guess I’ll take a stab at it here on my blog.
On July 9, 2007, the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) symbolically and controversially buried the N-word in an attempt to rid the culture of the “spirit” of the nasty epithet and everything to which it’s connected. Might I suggest we have a similar burial for the word, “wifey?”
I owe my daughter an apology. For two and a half years, I have been blaming her gestation and birth for my increase in size. The onus is completely on me, and today I publicly take responsibility.