…and Father’s Day and those newer commercially motivated inventions such as “Siblings Day” and “Grandparents Day”, “Grandchildren’s Day,” etc., etc., etc. The only thing missing is “Dear Leader Donnie’s Day.” Look for that in next year’s calendar. No disrespect to Ann Jarvis, who initiated the practice (yes, @Dayton3: Google it), but since her time it’s become an excuse to keep the flowers-and-chocolates vendors in business, and that’s the least of its transgressions, IMO. Why do I hate Mother’s Day? For one, because there are women who will never/cannot ever have children. A friend of the family had 11 miscarriages before her doctor say “Enough, already” and removed her poor battered uterus. I know any number of women who just never found the right guy until it was too late, or who have serious illnesses that meant pregnancy would endanger their lives (something and @TheLonelySquire react to with “God will provide.”) There are women who would love to have a child, but biologically cannot. (“Oh, she can always adopt!” the morons say. No, not always. Try to connect with reality just once in a while, mmkay?) These women experience a particular pang of pain every time this holiday comes around. And before pulls something out of his ass to the effect that I hate my children, he really needs to try harder. Mother’s Day has been lovely for me – gifts, Skypes and PMs from my kids and grandkids, and a lovely brunch with my partner. (I keep telling him “But I’m not your mother,” to which he says “So? How are the strawberry crepes?”) And don’t get me started on the number of women in my high school class whose sole contribution to FB seems to be (A) prayers for some relative – near or distant – who’s dying of Whatever; (B) announcements about the arrival of yet another grandkid (what is that, 12 now? I’ve lost count. Catholics!); or, the worst of all: (C) “It’s been 10 years since my Mommy left us to go to Heaven.” (P.S., this is a woman in her 60s talking.) “We love you and miss you sooooo much, Mommy, and we pray for you every day.” Um, if “Mommy” is in Heaven, why does she need your prayers? Nevermind. Anyway, pardon me while I enjoy the roses and the gourmet chocolates. Carry on.