Confession: I totally forgot about mother’s day.
I only realised it when I got a disappointed text from my mum.
And then saw all the sweet posts of you guys, talking about your own mum.
I used to be that kind of child who asked for a lot of love from my parents, but also gave a lot of love back.
It was a constant of genuine hugs and saying nice things.
Not just when I was younger, but until at least I was 23.
Even though my parents enjoyed it, they also told me that it was time for me to grow up.
And so I did.
I got my own life. Found my own love.
Became more distance to my parents.
Mainly because of the actual physical distance.
I started forgetting about all those days which, in my opinion, are created to make someone feel guilty.
I’d send flowers or call with an apology way too late.
Mum and dad would always accept, but I felt the let down in their voice.
Society forces us to celebrate these days. And if we don’t, commercials would give us the feeling of guilt.
But what about all the other days?
The tables have turned.
Now it’s me who can give them some life advice.
Small things which make life easier and nicer.
I book their holidays, making sure they pay a little less than the actual amount.
I created a Netflix and Spotify account for them, lying that it’s for free so they would never feel it on a their bank account.
I’d give them my 3 months used smart phone, lying that I got a new one from work.
These things they might not notice, and I don’t want them to either.
But I do see what makes them happy and it makes me happy to be a part of that.
Hopefully the other days count a little bit more than all those yearly commercial events.