Anonymous wrote:Its so freeing to get old (42), have older kids (tweens and teens), and be married a long time (18 years). I truly just don't GAF about the actual day of mother's day. So we spend the day with my local inlaws every year. (My mom is dead.) Sometime in the week or so before, I get myself a massage and a mani-pedi, buy some new spring clothes, and have DH go with me to a favorite restaurant. He doesn't have to disappoint his petulant immature guilt-tripping mother, and I score points for being the most understanding wife ever.
It takes so much less energy to just not care.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Op, why not celebrate with your mom on a different day? Take her to brunch on Friday or Saturday solo without the kids. Just say I prefer to spend my mother's day enjoying time with my kids and welcome her to join in what you like.
To the other poster who ended up celebrating mother in law and having the long drive, I would lay down the law and say I will never ever again spend mothers day doing things your mother enjoys. If that is the case he should visit his mom solo. Sounds like this may be on of your first mothers days as you mentioned an infant. Better establish expectations early.
I have tried to celebrate and all hell breaks loose. This is the path of least resistance, so that’s what we did this year, but I’m just resentful.
Anonymous wrote:OP, I like you, hated mother's day. Especially the first couple of years after having my first kid. Because not only did I have to adequately celebrate my horrible mom and my fine stepmom (who actively pulls back from being appreciated but also is hurt if I do nothing), but I also have to ensure that I am properly celebrated because everyone will ask me what I did for mother's day and seem disappointed if it wasn't at least halfway decent. So I spent probably my first 4-5 years as a mother resenting the eff out of the entire experience, especially when my husband sometimes could not even meet the low bar of 'do something so when someone asks, I can say I got flowers.'
But in the last couple of years I have worked hard on reframing this day. First, my actual children, the oldest who is now 6 especially, put a LOT of their hard work into their little trinkets. They work really hard on art and special rocks etc to make the day special. And my grumpiness was depriving them of sharing their love with me. And depriving me of fully enjoying it. Also, my mom does suck, but it isn't my fault she sucks. I check the box there, and I don't let myself be weighed down by her general suckiness. I also moved far away from her so I don't have any day-of obligations. And I engaged my stepmom a little more honestly and improved that overall relationship. And as a result, I quite enjoyed yesterday. My kids were nice to me, we went to brunch and a playground, they showered me with things they had gathered, and I called my mom and didn't think of her again.
Try to figure out how to set yourself up for more success here. It really is nice to let some of this resentment go.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:OP, This is my gift to you:
DP. LOL! Thank you for posting this! I LOVE this element of DCUM!
Anonymous wrote:Op here… I guess I’m mostly frustrated that my mom won’t give up the day AND doesn’t ask maybe what I’d like to do. If I have to share the day, fine, but taking my young kids to brunch isn’t it.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I am so pissed. My Dh basically lied to me about where we were going. It was a day with his mom. All her favorite foods and we drove 3 hours each way to see her. My infant has been screaming his head off for 2 hours. He lied to me because he knew I asked to go to a winery or a nice picnic. Clearly he thought his mom was more important than me and that my feelings weren’t as important as hers. He thought I could just suck it up and celebrate another day.
This deserves it’s own thread.
Anonymous wrote:OP, This is my gift to you:
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Op here… I guess I’m mostly frustrated that my mom won’t give up the day AND doesn’t ask maybe what I’d like to do. If I have to share the day, fine, but taking my young kids to brunch isn’t it.
Know why she does that? Because she was treated that way as a mother of young children, and then her children grew up and Mother’s Day finally became about her. We do this to each other.
Anonymous wrote:Why are you a doormat?
I called my mother, who lives overseas. We had a nice conversation.
Then I baked my favorite cake. We had a normal day, with flowers on the table.
You don’t need to make it into a big production, OP. This is on you, for not knowing how to put yourself first.
Anonymous wrote:Op here… I guess I’m mostly frustrated that my mom won’t give up the day AND doesn’t ask maybe what I’d like to do. If I have to share the day, fine, but taking my young kids to brunch isn’t it.