Holidays for moms usually just suck.
Moms don’t get any days off.
Mother’s Day is always a weird day for me.
My birthday is often forgotten, just another ordinary day.
I don’t wake up to a breakfast buffet laid in the dining room or presents and cards piled around my placemat or the birthday banner that I hang up for everyone else in the family.
And I tell myself that’s mostly ok.
I don’t even get to sleep in.
I wake up to my kids, before dawn, demanding breakfast, as usual.
Of course it’s not very popular to hate my birthday, Mother’s Day, Valentine’s Day…or any holiday, really.
Motherhood is an eternal negotiation of various selves — your own self with the lives around you — and a balancing of needs (by which I mean who gets to poop alone). Yes, it’s beautiful and crushing, infuriating and transcendent.
But Moms are expected to put themselves last, after their children, spouses, parents, in-laws, siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles, pets, neighbors, houseplants.
Self care is for influencers to brag about on social media who have staff take care of all the tedious tasks.
I haven’t had new glasses in over ten years. I can’t remember when I got new underwear. I feel guilty when I get my hair done, so I cut it myself. I haven’t had a mani/pedi in over ten years.
Christmas shopping update: I bought myself something from my husband. I bought my husband something from me. I bought my in-laws something from us. I bought the kids something for my husband. And I bought my husband something from the kids. Any questions.
Molly England
My parents don’t send me gifts or flowers. Not for my birthday, Mother’s Day, Christmas, ever. They send a check with a signed card. My kids get the same. My husband gets a check that’s twice more what the kids and I get. I’m an only child.
My parents possess three rather new SUVs, pay a $850 mortgage for a suburban Atlanta 3500+ sq. ft. brick house, receive three retirement checks each month. They constantly complain that they don’t have any money.
Just a couple times a year, it’d be nice to have a special day of no responsibilities. It would be nice to feel special. It would be nice to think anyone cared about me at all.
I don’t get any time off.
My birthday was on a Wednesday one year.
So, of course, I dragged the kids to a field trip at a local grocery store.
They got to make Easter baskets and gorge themselves on candy and snacks while I learned about the store’s features and deals.
This may seem weird, but it’s a German store and I’m American and shopping on the German economy can be tricky sometimes and it’s a little different than shopping in the American stores I grew up with. So I didn’t want to miss the lessons.
Oh, and on Wednesdays, we have music class.
We went to the playground between the store field trip and music class because the weather was gorgeous.
I’m an awesome mom like that.
I enjoyed the downtime of watching my kids freely play while I soaked up some spring sunshine.
But it wasn’t a special day for me. No one even knew it was my birthday.
I remember my birthdays when I was little.
I grew up in simpler times with simple birthday parties.
Every year, almost my entire school class and some neighborhood playmates were invited to a simple birthday party at my house with pink crepe streamers and a plastic disposable game of pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey, musical chairs, and hot potato.
When I was a teen, I invited my 2-3 besties for slumber parties. My dad was usually out of town.
As a young adult, I’d go out to a nice dinner with my significant other or friends.
My husband took me out to dinner around my birthday for a few years. It felt like an obligation.
My birthdays lost their importance after I had a family.
I really, really try to make my kids’ birthdays special. I want my children to know I value them as people over mounds of stuff.
Pinterest makes me feel like an absolute failure with birthdays and holidays.
We did the crepe paper streamers and balloons against the bedroom door a couple times and that didn’t end well when the birthday child had a nightmare and woke up to more stuff of nightmares trying to get comforted and running into the spiderweb of birthday doom.
We don’t give our kids an expensive birthday party with a real-live pony carousel, petting zoo, rented carnival games, or gourmet have-to-order-a-year-in-advance storebought 6-layer cake decorated with real gold leaf that is more elaborate than my plain Publix wedding cake was.
We don’t reserve a party room at the local amusement park, bowling alley, indoor playground, movie theatre, skating rink, or water park and invite everyone we know in hopes of reciprocation.
We don’t even invite any people over anymore to celebrate events. No one comes and no one RSVPs. A few times we were left with too much cake, snacks, décor, and lots of empty chairs. I was more upset than my kids. They didn’t understand.
The stress level of competing with other moms over the kids’ birthday party events and décor is too much for me.
We just have a lovely homemade banner and from-scratch cake or pie and a homemade dinner of choice. I buy pretty paper napkins (this is special because we normally use cloth napkins!). We often go to the pool, bowling alley, a movie, trampoline park. or somewhere special and fun as a family to celebrate. We’ve had success for a few years having these frugal birthday celebrations.
As a mom, it’s hard to see time and money spent on me.
But I would like a little tiny celebration, someone to notice me sometimes.
Eventually I realized it was taxing waiting on others to celebrate me and that with a simple mind shift, I could enjoy my birthdays (and Valentine’s and Mother’s Day) a lot more.
Erica Layne
I can’t get past the cost of cut flower arrangements, a mediocre and stressful dinner out, or frivolous presents that will just collect dust or get broken or lost in our many moves as a military family.
Also then there’s the dishes awaiting me from the meals that my husband and/or kids cooked. The kitchen is an absolute disaster.
I’m trying desperately to teach my kids not to feel entitled or focus on stuff. So I need to change my attitude when I get irritated that my day isn’t special. I need to adjust my expectations. And it’s so hard.
It feels like a “Mommie Dearest” kind of a moment to sit them down and demand that that my kids do something for me.
But they all miss the point: The true gift any mother wants is not to do anything.
Lyz Lenz
I won’t steal my kids’ joy by refusing the blessings of their adorable handmade gifts and cards on holidays.
While I’m in the shower.
Because moms get no privacy either.
What about me? It isn’t fair
I’ve had enough, now I want my share
Can’t you see, I wanna live
But you just take more than you give
Moving Pictures
Resources:
- Motherwhelmed by Beth Berry
- Jesus, the Gentle Parent by LR Knost
- Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents by Lindsay Gibson
- Raising An Emotionally Intelligent Child by John Gottman
- The Mother Dance: How Children Change Your Life by Harriet Lerner
- The Highly Sensitive Parent: Be Brilliant in Your Role, Even When the World Overwhelms You by Elaine N. Aron, Ph.D
- I’m So Effing Tired: A Proven Plan to Beat Burnout, Boost Your Energy, and Reclaim Your Life by Dr. Amy Shah, MD
- Hold On to Your Kids: Why Parents Need to Matter More Than Peers by Gordon Neufeld
- Originals: How Non-Conformists Move the World by Adam Grant
- Good-Enough Mother: The Perfectly Imperfect Book of Parenting by René Syler and Karen Moline
- The Mom Gap by Karen Gurney
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Angie says
You mean we still have birthdays? After a few years, I assumed they must have ended all together.
Gina says
I thought it was just me that felt like this- I would get so frustrated with my hubby because I thought he should at least put the effort forth to make it special since my children are too young to even know it is my birthday unless someone tells them.
But I agree with you- I stopped getting upset and embracing my role as a homemaker and mom and serving Him in the process. Because it is not about me- and one day these days will be gone- the kids will be grown and I will want them back.
It is so nice to hear of another family too that just celebrates birthdays with just the immediate family. I do the same and my son will be turning 5 this month and sometimes I wonder if he is sad that he doesn’t have friend over for birthdays and he hasn’t really made any friends yet since we don’t have children his age in church or in our neighborhood. But we try to make it about having fun and being surrounded by the ones that love him, and happiness isn’t based on how many friends you have or how many people you have over.
Jennifer says
Yes, it’s certainly an education being a mom and choosing what’s best for our kids and trying to be frugal.
Jennifer says
It’s hard being a counter-cultural mom. But I really believe kids can feel special and we can realize we are blessed without parties and stuff.