To the Fuckers who don’t say Happy Mother’s Day to their Wives.
To all the dipshit fuckers out there who don’t say Happy Mother’s Day to their wives, because they claim that their wife is not their mother. I get it. She didn’t give birth to you. She didn’t raise you. She didn’t wipe your ass, though she might in the end? She didn’t put up with your rebellious teenage years, but boy of boy….she’s putting up with you now.
It’s Ok. Don’t say it. She’s got better things to do, then wait on your appreciation. She’s busy with a 4 year old soft-haired little boy whose hair falls like a bowl around his perfectly round cheeks and bright eyes. She’s on a mission to make him the man you will never be. She can’t screw this up.
She ignores you because it’s not about your sorry ass, it’s about him. Morning, noon and night she teaches her son manners, respect, compassion and acceptance. Of course, the daily chores of motherhood also dictate her day. Meal-time, homework, laundry, after-school activities. And as she does each like “a boss”, she still manages to give him unconditional love. She finds a way to do everything needed. Even for you.
So while you are on the computer searching for long-lost lovers to reconnect with, or slipping out claiming to go to work to go meet up with the side chick, or at the bank creating a secret account for your rendezvous, or going out of town claiming to be at a work conference; she takes his little hand and says “You wanna make Daddy a Father’s Day Card?”. He nods his sweet head and you go into your studio and dig all the art supplies out. Colors, markers, cardstock paper, glitter, glue. She guides his pudgy little hands on where to write the letters “I love you Daddy. Happy Father’s Day”. She does this because even though you are a terrible husband, you’re a great dad.
So don’t worry about saying “Happy Mother’s Day” to her. She’s not your mother, she’s his.
** Dedicated to the kindest young man I know, my son Josh. I’m so glad to be your Mom.