Grumpy Childless Women Unite!
This is just a way to open a combox to any childless woman who wants to vent about not having been blessed with children and how unhappy that makes her feel. If you hate children and are glad you don’t have any, we don’t want to hear from you, Baba Yaga. Children are awesome.
Once again a reminder not to attack mothers-in-general, as they will read this post and defend themselves, making us feel bad and ruining all our venting fun.
Here again are some tips for surviving Mother’s Day:
1. Go to whichever Mass you feel relatively sure won’t do the “Mothers, stand so all the men and the women whose pain I am ignoring can applaud you” routine. The very early, music-free, 35 minute Mass for the elderly sounds like a safe bet.
2. Make the day about YOUR mothers: visit your mother and your grandmothers, or their graves, and pray for them. If you can’t visit the living for whatever reason (e.g. distance, volcanic personality clash), send flowers.* I have sent flowers to my mother, and at Mass I will pray a bit longer than usual for my grandmothers and the one great-grandmother I got to meet. She was born and raised in Edinburgh, bless her.
3. Think about the children who are already in your life and how grateful you are to be allowed to share in their lives. I have at least eleven–three family, three best-friend’s-children, three pupils, and two grown-ups who tolerate my maternal craziness presumably because it comes with food and shelter attached.
4. Think about and contact women who have been motherly to you in some way and would appreciate hearing from you. I shall now send a text to my mother in art. Trish has no children, but thanks to her I had an entrée to the world of Spoken Word. She is only four months older than me, but whatever.
*If you hate Mother’s Day (and found this post because you Googled “I hate Mother’s Day Catholic”) because you have (or had) a terrible relationship with your mother, I say send the flowers (if you know where she is) but go to a spa, if there are spas open on Sunday. At any rate, be gentle with yourself on this highly emotional day.
If you hate Mother’s Day because your children have disappointed you terribly or have been taken from you, I don’t know what to say except that I’m sorry. That must really, really hurt. I’ll pray for you, too.