Posted on Sun, May. 11, 2008
Susan Perloff
is a freelance writer
Don't buy me anything for Mother's Day.
Please.
The spending spree on M.D. - Mother's Day - is ridiculous. Stop the insanity. Stop the credit card debt. Stop the desperation on all sides (moms worried nobody loves them; children worried mom thinks they don't love her enough).
This contrived observance humors women who crave gratitude. It benefits primarily its perpetrators: greeting-card manufacturers, florists and restaurants that give women red plastic roses to make up for mediocre food and poor service on one of their busiest dates of the year. It also funds daily newspapers, which carry ads for blouses, baking trays and Bluetooths.
According to About.com, in a section curiously called "Women's History," people in the United States buy more gifts for Mother's Day than for any other day except Christmas. Hallmark says 96 percent of U.S. consumers participate in M.D., all desperate to deliver the very best. Surveying "consumer intentions and actions," the National Retail Federation predicted that M.D. spending would hit $16 billion in 2007. I cannot comprehend that amount. Three years ago, SBC Communications Inc. bought AT&T Corp. for $16 billion. California has a $16 billion budget deficit. Cisco Systems Inc. invests $16 billion in manufacturing, investment and educational programs. OK. But $16 billion for toilet water?
Mothers in the United States number more than 80 million. National Public Radio said recently that the average expenditure per M.D. gift was a whopping $138.50, with men spending more than women. To appease the female parent on the second Sunday in May, loving and dutiful children buy 24 percent of holiday plants and fresh flowers. That's a lot of baby's breath.
It's not the commercialism per se. It's what's behind it - the idea that we somehow "show" or "know" love through purchases. It's that so many moms and children are worried, as if the facts of motherhood and childhood were not enough.
Children and husbands buy perfumes and posies for M.D. to assuage guilt or to appease demanding women. Some mothers lie in wait for gifts they have pre-chosen, while others, expecting something, complain about everything. Those remarkable moms, who don't even deserve a 41-cent stamp, should worry lest a "Mother's Day sale" offer a once-a-year chance for offspring to unload unpleasant or unloving two X-chromosome ancestors.
We mothers do our mothering 24/7, either physically, as in leveling the back of his first two-wheeler or caressing the train of her bridal veil, or emotionally, as in worrying about
her driving lessons or fretting about
his backpacking trek through Europe. Mothers always want to know about our children, even if vice is not always versa.
So celebrate Mother's Day in this way: by making me part of your life. Tell Mommy about your grade in French, your first kiss, your big project. Phone from work, whispering that you landed a gigantic sale and will earn a handsome commission. Share your dreams and fears. Ask me to kiss your stubbed knee or wounded ego.
Entrust your children to my care, even if I let them stay up late. If you want to honor me, shoot me an e-mail. Drop in occasionally for a "connected hug," as you used to call it.
To celebrate year round, come for dinner. I'll cook. Or order a pizza. It's your company I want, not your cuisine or cash. Ask my opinion about the kitten you might adopt, the house you might buy, the job you might take. Invite me on shopping trips for dorm bedspreads, cell phones or diamond rings. Making me part of your daily life, essential or trivial, shows me you care.
You don't need to spend a penny.
Call, please, and tell me you have canceled Mother's Day. You have free Sunday calls on your cell. I love you.
Contact Susan Perloff at susanwrites@comcast.net. Her Web site is www.susanperloffwrites.com.
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