Commentary by Danielle Wilson
This is not my Mother’s Day. No, I refuse to accept the second Sunday in May as the one day of the year that I am to be celebrated. I didn’t vote for it, I don’t like it and so I am calling for a revolution. Moms everywhere, let us unite in strength to reschedule our most precious of days to a time that makes some freakin’ sense. Like a Saturday. In July.
Seriously, how is a mother supposed to enjoy herself during one of the busiest months on the calendar? I spent most of May 14th at Warren Central High School suffering through the second day of a dance competition and attempting to grade a gazillion high school papers, only to come home to a house still destroyed from our Derby party and Doo packing his bags for a business trip. Happy Mother’s Day! We hope you enjoy hours of watching faux-lashed tiny tappers, reading Monica Lewinsky short answers, scrubbing borrowed chafing dishes and prepping for the joys of single-parenting!
No. Thank. You. Between end-of-school shenanigans, end-of-season tournaments and end-of-May race hoopla, no mother in Indiana has even a free second to take time for herself. That is why I propose July, perhaps the third Saturday. Shops and salons are all open, no one is graduating, the weather is almost guaranteed to be beautiful, and apart from those silly families stupid enough to get involved with baseball, kids’ activities are essentially nonexistent. I wouldn’t even have to feel guilty about skipping church. I could spend an entire day doing whatever I wanted without sacrificing maternal, professional or domestic responsibilities. Now, that’s a Hallmark holiday I can support. Who’s with me?
Spread the word, mommies, the time for change is now. We are programmed to place the needs of our children and husbands before our own, to continuously volunteer as familial tribute. So let’s move Mother’s Day to a time that makes sense. Let’s make Mother’s Day great again!
Peace out.
