I just want to say before anybody gets their panties in a wad (Why yes, that is southern lady talk), that this is my opinions only, my thoughts, my feelings, and my emotions. Just because I feel this way doesn’t mean that I am right or wrong. It just means that I have strong feelings toward “M” Day.

Another Mother’s Day has come and gone.  THANK GOD!!!!

Mother’s Day, the day that so many plans for, celebrate and cherish.  The day that I dread with all my being. I know you must all be thinking I am a horrible person for hating Mother’s Day, but in reality, I have excellent reasons.

Let’s start off my defining Mother’s Day according to Google.

Mother’s Day was started by a woman by the name of Anna Jarvis. She wanted a way to unite mothers. Later, after Jarvis realized that Mother’s Day had been commercialized, she spent the remainder of her life trying to have it removed from the calendars.  Jarvis realized that what she had created for good, society was using to their advantage and that the reasoning behind the day no longer held any special meaning.

There are many reasons why women hate Mother’s Day.

Maybe you cannot conceive a child and Mother’s Day just rubs that in your face.  Perhaps you have lost a child, and Mother’s Day is like throwing salt in an open wound.  Or maybe you are like me, and your mom has passed on, so instead enjoying your “day” as a mother, your day is filled is an emotional rollercoaster.

But overall I just find it hard to celebrate mothers one day out of 365.

Every Mother’s Day I am astounded by how mothers want to celebrate  their day.

I hear replies such as……

“Alone time.”

“Nap”

“My children to listen.”

“No whining.”

“Quiet time.”

“No fighting.”

“My husband to do the laundry.”

“My husband to take the kids to the park.”

Ect, Ect, Etc.

You get the point right?

What I don’t understand is, why should mothers only be celebrated one day a year.  Why must we have to ask for alone time, a nap, help from our husbands, no fighting from the children?

I am a wife, a mother, but first a person.  I expect to be given alone time on any given day.  I expect my family to let me take a nap anytime I want with no judgments.  I expect my children not to fight, and if they choose to, they better understand there will be consequences.  And I expect my husband to help around the house and take just as much time with the kids as I do.

Yes, I expect these things every day.  Because I am a wife, a mother, but most importantly a person who expects to be treated with respect and gratitude the same as you expect from me.

I choose not be celebrated one day a year, but rather 365 days a year.

I choose to celebrate myself every day for my joys, sorrows, accomplishments and failures.

I choose to celebrate and cherish motherhood every day, and in return, I expect to be cherished and celebrated.