It is another Monday in a string of Mondays, probably because that’s how we chose to divide time. Not to get all deep on you, this early on a Monday.
And though it feels chilly in here, it isn’t really, it’s in the mid-60s outside, with perhaps just a little too much wind to be totally comfortable. Looks pretty though.
Yesterday was Mother’s Day, and it just occurred to me to check the punctuation on that. And it is singular.
Kind of makes it sound…patronizing. There, there, Mother, don’t worry about the endless rounds of dishes and diapers and disasters and snot, here’s a whole day, just for you. Mother.
Hmm.
I saw there was a bit of a kerfuffle over on Spoutible when a friend (Hi, friend!) had the temerity to wish a wide swath of people a happy Mother’s Day.
Well.
I half saw it because it turned out I have the kerfuffler blocked. Or they have me blocked.
Point is, I couldn’t see what they said, only the gracious reaction to it.
There were people having a great day yesterday, and people who had a neutral day yesterday, and I assume people having an awful day yesterday, though I didn’t see anyone, and if that was you, I’m sorry I didn’t see it, but I hope today is better, if for no other reason than it’s a blank day on the calendar.
But I do not understand the urge to take someone who is in the good day camp and transport them to the bad day camp.
I’d genuinely forgotten it was even Mother’s Day until I saw a post about it, and thought drifted in and out all day. No intense feelings, though, even when I saw moms and daughters out together as I took a walk.
But my own relationship with the day is complicated, and was even before I lost my mom.
Wow that sounds more intriguing than it is.
Anyway, the point is good days for some can be bad days for others, even if everyone’s roughly on the same side. I assume. As I said I couldn’t see the other party.
We don’t know what others have been through, but we also don’t know what others haven’t been through. And even if they’re blissfully, wildly lucky and seem unscarred, it shouldn’t be your first instinct–or second or third–to inflict some.
And while it’s always good to be thoughtful of others, you can’t live your life afraid that something you say will wound someone, somewhere.
Of course I’m not talking about the easy to avoid things, like bigotry. I mean just the normality of life.
Consideration feels like it’s quickly dissolving into the past, and that is not good.
Anyway, that’s it for me this Monday, still lots to do, woo hoo.
Have a great day.
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