I hate Mother's Day.
Because of some stupid, invented, commercialized holiday, I get to feel pressured every year to shower my mother in gifts and praises because "mothers deserve our thanks."
Well you know what? At the risk of sounding like an ungrateful jerk, I beg to disagree. Having a kid does not make you a person worth honoring and celebrating. Being a good person does. Being a good mother does. But just because you pushed out a kid as part of your biological imperative to populate the Earth does not make you a better person than anyone else.
I don't like my mother. Anyone who reads my journal has figured this out by now. Sometimes I would go so far as saying I hate her, but at the moment I simply dislike her. I don't love her. She has been the cause for more misery in my life than anything else. She has made me think and feel and do horrible things, and will continue to do so for as long as she lives because she's too stuck in her ways.
For those reasons, I'm strongly against celebrating Mother's Day. Sure, my mom raised me. I didn't grow up homeless or hungry or completely alone. I don't take those things for granted, really. But isn't that kind of exactly what parents are signing up for the day they decide to have a child? It's not exactly asking them to go "above and beyond" just to make sure that their kid survives to the age of 18.
In my opinion, going "above and beyond" as a parent doesn't just mean making sure that kid survives. It means making sure that the kid is healthy both physically and mentally and able to take on their own life as an adult. And my parents have not done that for me. If anything, they've done everything to make it worse.
So why should I feel compelled to celebrate how "awesome" of a job they did? It's bullshit.
Every year I dread the arrival of Mother's Day, and every year I have to hear my mom complain about how I don't do anything for her. I don't treat my mom like crap, but I sure as hell don't have a reason to thank her for what she's done to me.