Parenting is hard. I say it a lot. It can be a constant struggle. It can be a stream of constant worry, second guessing, self-doubt. There's an endless barrage of information out there, mostly pertaining to the myriad ways one can fuck their kid up for life.
Not everyone is good at it. Some people are never meant to be parents. Some of those people end up raising kids anyway.
On Mother's Day, lets remember to be sensitive while we post our congratulations to each other on being such awesome moms or having awesome moms, that there are people who do not find this a day to celebrate. People who have suffered at the hands of their mother. People who do not speak to their mother. People who had to grow up with out a mother. People who have recently lost their mother and still feel the sting and loneliness. People who desperately want to be mothers but are unable, for whatever reason. People who aren't mothers and would be quite okay with it were it not for societal messaging that being child-free means somehow being less than.
I love my mom. I'm lucky, that while she may not be perfect (and none of us are) I can safely say she's generally always had the best of intentions and my sister's and my well-being in mind.
I like being a mom. I'm lucky that my kids make it easy to like being a mom. Most of the time, ha ha. I know a few mothers who struggle daily, who love their kids madly but have days, and sometimes weeks and months where it's difficult to like them very much at all.
A few reminders:
Not all mothers have experienced pregnancy
Not all mothers are women
Some people do not love their mother. They might have a good reason.
Lastly, a note to the retail sector: if you suggest that a vacuum cleaner is a great way to show your mother your appreciation, you are officially and without a doubt THE WORST.
I'm looking at you Canadian Tire.