May possibly be the craziest thing I have seen in literally hours.
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A few years ago, my daughter and I were browsing through the card kiosk, trying to select a Mother's Day card. "Mom you're the best!" read one. "#1 mom" raved another. "Queen mother!" pronounced yet another. I got to choose because she couldn't yet read, and I chose none of the above. Let's go home and make homemade cards, OK?
On cream-colored card stock, those bards at Hallmark have put their finger on the problem I have with Mother's Day: For me, it can't be about bests and greatests and onlys and queen bees. It can't be all about the superlative me. My child has two moms. And while Mother's Day may strike some as an occasion for our family to double our pleasure/double our fun, the second Sunday in May has become the thorn in my bouquet of roses. I don't particularly feel like sharing the holiday.
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