This will be my third Mother’s Day without my mom. At this point it seems cliché to write about it, or to even talk about it. I did that once already, and I think it might have been a little bit…much. But just because it’s cliché doesn’t mean I’m going to stop! No, I’ll keep publicly grieving until I’m dead. The quiet then will hurt all my loved ones’ ears.

I accepted an offer to work on Sunday with great relief, only realizing today that the day will involve ushering mothers and daughters into the store for our 20% off everything sale (a deal my own mom would have happily used as an excuse to buy an originally-$200-pillow). Still, it’s better than moping at home with my dad or pretending I’m okay with spending it with another friend and their family. I’m not okay! And that’s okay! Plus, I’m getting paid because I don’t have a mom to celebrate the day with, which seems like a pretty good reward for that loss. Also using all the Mother’s Day discounts on the web that I can find. 

It’s not hard to find people who feel pain from this holiday. Hopefully we can all work or watch Netflix or whatever. It will be easier to find people who enjoy celebrating their mothers or mothers who are happy to be celebrated, which is a good thing, to say the least.