Mother's Day

Sunday is Mother's Day.

All year people can abuse (verbally of course) their mothers, be nasty to them, use them and then don't respect them. But on this day all is forgiven if they give her flowers or candy and take them out to a nice restaurant.

That is the picture one gets when watches all this hype that surrounds Mother's Day.

If one goes to a restaurant inevitably will see a large group sitting around a big table and at the head of the table sits good old mother. She was taken out of the nursing home where they stashed her away. She was dressed up in her nicest clothes pinned some flowers to her jacket and placed her at the head of the table.

The entire family is there: her children, the in-laws, the grand kids and and maybe the great gran kids and anybody else who wanted to be included. Oh yes and if he is still alive also her husband.

Everybody is happy, everybody is talking mostly at the same time. The noticeable thing is that nobody talks to good old mother. She is sitting there like a decoration with a light and tired smile on her face and wishes she was back in the nursing home or in her own home.

Once in a while somebody ask her if she is having a good time for which she responds "oh yes, thank you".

When this whole charade is over all the siblings feel that their conscience is clear. They did their duties, they honored good old mother and she is good for another year.

The way I look at it people who are lucky enough to still have their mothers should honor and respect her every day of every year that she is around and even after that, too not just on the second Sunday of May.

And that also applies to Father's Day.