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By Carla Mundwiler

We don’t celebrate Mother’s Day in my family. It’s not because I don’t love my mother. In fact, the opposite is true. I love her very much and though she has her own unique accumulation of flaws, for the most part I think I’m extremely lucky to have had her as a mum.

No, the reason we don’t celebrate it is because she feels that Mother’s Day is a manufactured event almost exclusively promoted by corporate interests to further profits, while duping innocent families out of their hard earned cash. Or something like that.

I tend to agree with her (and for the record, so did Anna Jarvis, the founder of Mother’s Day). That doesn’t stop me from feeling something rotten in my stomach when I notice that other mums are getting foot rubs and waffles while I cuddle my lofty ideals.

I am weak, like a bachelor on Valentine’s Day; secretly I cry myself to sleep.

There must be a way to have it all, as those terrible cards suggest.  Can’t we figure out a way to honour our mums without selling out to the worst aspects of consumerism? I don’t have any answers, I just don’t want go out for brunch this weekend.

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