Well, that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it. Fact is, almost every year I forget to do something special for the occasion. I just don’t like to be told when to celebrate things. Especially things that ought by right to be celebrated every day of the year and are instead hijacked by marketers as yet another opportunity to increase sales of goods. Like Valentine’s day for instance, because love is special all the time and confining the celebration of it to one day of the year with offerings of chocolates, restaurant meals and notecards (when none are forthcoming at any other time of the year) is cheap, in my book.
Considering all the pains and sacrifices and boundless love that mothers give to their children during their entire adult lives, during every minute of every day… one flimsy Sunday in the year to say “thanks mom” seems so… inappropriate and small. Almost petty. But that’s me.
That said, I have hundreds of beautiful photos of flowers that are still awaiting my attention so I can edit down to just a few. I’ll try to do this today (energy permitting) and that will be my belated Mother’s Day offering. Just because I am not immune to peer pressure. And also because I don’t want to seem like an uncaring daughter, because nothing could be further from the truth. Something tells me my mother isn’t holding my omission against me, and for that and so many other reasons, I can truly say I love her.