An Open Letter to My Struggling Friend on Mother’s Day

I know, I know. Two posts in less than a week! If Trump as the Republican nominee wasn’t already proof the END OF DAYS was upon us, my sudden prolificness would be, right?

But I have a piece up over at Sammiches and Psych Meds today that I thought might touch a few people. Mother’s Day is hard for lots of people (yes, both men and women) for various reasons. I thought long and hard about what I most wanted this Mother’s Day, and tried to give it to someone else.

If you are a mom, I hope this touches you. If you know a mom, maybe this will inspire you to offer some kindness and empathy. If not, never fear. Wine is ALWAYS a safe second bet.

To my mom friend,

I see you.

Today is Mother’s Day. Likely someone is already preparing you breakfast. Maybe they’ll even deliver it to your room so that you can nosh while still luxuriating in bed. They might bring you flowers or jewelry. Macaroni and construction paper greetings almost certainly wait for you downstairs. All of those things are wonderful, yes. But they won’t leave you feeling any better at the end of your special day.

I know what you really desire. I will wrap it in this letter so that you may look upon it time and time again, your need to do so almost a certainty. You want someone, anyone, to see what you’re dealing with. How hard it is. You, the strong matriarch, are ready for someone to swoop in and take every available opportunity to make it all better, if even only for a day.

You can read the rest of the letter over at Sammiches and Psych Meds. Happy Day to all you bad motha (SHUT YO MOUTH) beauties out there. I see you.