Christmas didn't do it, birthdays didn't do it, but Mother's Day did. It has not been easy the last few weeks. It's bothering me that Mom is gone and the world is going on as if everything is just fine.
Everyone at work has forgotten, and they all compare notes about what they're doing for Mother's day. Sure, they don't mean harm. I just wish they wouldn't go on so much.
Mother's day is fine. It's a good thing, overall, and why not have an occasion to show appreciation for someone whose role in everyone's life is generally overlooked. I don't know what the right response is, though. It seems like it is one of our society's ways of glorifying and denigrating a subset of people. We fabricate a "special" day or month for them because they're so important in our lives. Think: Mother's Day, Father's Day, Black History Month, Nurse's Day, Labor Day, etc. Why not make white man day? or banking executive week? It's obvious - they don't need any gesture of appreciation or power. Our society rewards them well enough every day.
But, I digress.
Lately, I have enjoyed working on Mom's unfinished cross stitch projects. The work has been comforting. I have assumed possession of many of her sewing and craft items. I have more embroidery/cross stitch floss than I could use in a lifetime. But just having this stuff is also comforting - I don't want some stranger working on these things. It seems really sad to me to have it end up in a landfill.
I have made some progress trying to build my own tribe. I went to a second happy hour of KC's No Kidding group and enjoyed it again. This group might be a good thing for me.
