Oh, bugger. This post was in danger of turning into a rant about mine and my mother's relationship, or rather, lack of one.
Why is this relationship such a shite one for most daughters? And, what the fuck do we need Mother's Day for? It's a lie if you don't mean it, and can be wracked with guilt if it passes without acknowledgement.
This year, I will not find myself searching for a card without 'I love you' printed in it. I shall not send a card at all. Without Guilt. I believe it is now time for me to finally grow up and get on with it as far as my own mother is concerned. She's a grown up woman, who makes her own decisions. She can get on with it, too.
My bitterness and rage are here no longer. From this moment.
I have my own family and we love and nurture each other. It really is more than sufficient.