So asked the woman bagging our groceries at the Giant.
I winced, said no.
“Oh,” she said, “I was going to wish you a Happy Mother’s Day, but …”
Well, then. Thanks, I guess?
Mother’s Day doesn’t bug me. Or rather, I think of Mother’s Day as another way for the Hallmark industry to make a pretty penny off of gullible people who think they’re making a statement by celebrating a person for one day because of what they are, not who they are. One of my worries before making the decision to try for kids was the fear of losing my identity. I still think I am and will be much more than just a mother, child or no child.
But, damn. Pro tip: leave women alone when it comes to the motherhood thing. Our reproductive statuses are no one’s business. You could be struggling. You could be childfree. You could be finding motherhood extremely difficult. You could be loving it. But we’re not all in the same boat just because we share the same sex.
I know the grocery bagger was trying to be sweet, but honestly: motherhood defines no woman, or at least it shouldn’t. Even on a day devoted to it, step back and think about the myriad roles women take on in this world.