You’d have to be hiding under a rock (or maybe just a guy) not to know that this Sunday, May 13 is Mother’s Day. For the past few weeks I’ve been flooded with advertisements and direct marketed emails for all sorts of “gifts to get mom” – flowers, jewelry, cookie bouquets and even boxes of chocolate covered strawberries.
I love Mother’s Day. For me, it’s the perfect holiday. I don’t have to worry about revealing my age, have a big family get-together or spend hours slaving over a hot stove for a fancy celebratory meal. It’s also not a holiday about gifts — I’m happy to get a small bunch of flowers and cards from the kidlets (though I do suspect I’ll be getting some perfume since The Hubs has asked me the name of the scent I wear three times in the past week).