Why We Banished Mothers to Suburban Nuclear Households
You can’t get away with injustice when Mother is around…so the powers that be shut her away
This year was the first time I spent Mother’s Day alone, making it a day just for me. I’ve always struggled with Mother’s Day, in part for reasons I do not want to publicly reveal, and partly because I wanted to be a mother, but never got the chance.
I woke up on Mother’s Day and wandered into my kitchen, considering what to have for breakfast. I have been trying to enjoy slow Sunday mornings with a special meal, just like the Sundays of my childhood. And on this Mother’s Day, for the first time in my life, instead of preparing a breakfast for the mothers in my life, I got to think about what I wanted.
I settled on pancakes and made one of the most delicious batches I’ve ever had, covered in butter and maple syrup.
Then I gathered my backpack and a thermos of Earl Grey tea and hiked up into the hills to enjoy the view of the mountains, before descending into the valley where I could sit by the creek and spend the rest of the morning reading and journaling.
I couldn’t stop thinking about mothers and motherhood. In fact, regardless of a day’s proximity to this Sunday celebration of motherhood, I…
