Thought for Food

January 28, 2008

Token ‘Angry About My Dead Mom’ Post of the Day

I know exactly how Kate feels. My mom died when I was 2 and a half. Mother’s Day lands during the school year; Father’s Day is in the summer: one more injustice in a long line of them, it seemed to me. I made the shapeless clay pots and the doodads dripping with dried Elmer’s glue along with my classmates, but it hurt like hell to know that I’d be giving it to the “wrong” parent.

I haven’t gotten to the mother-of-the-bride phase yet, but these are the things that I am very conscious of missing: knowing what I might look like when I’m old; having a loyal but brutal critic, in the way that only moms can be (judging from my friends); being struck by those occasional fears that I’m “turning into my mom” ….

Sigh.

katespencer

You know how in elementary school you’d always make Mother’s Day presents or X-Mas gifts for your parents, and inevitably there was one kid missing a mom or a dad, and you were aware of how painful the gift-making must be for them but also didn’t give a shit because you were nine and had both your parents? Yeah. Currently, I am that kid and bridal magazines are those fucking elementary school presents.
I am currently flipping through my new Real Simple Weddings (which by the way, makes things so fucking complicated that I had a legit anxiety attack after reading it last night) and they list off 100+ shots your photographer should get on your wedding day. Many are not applicable to me, and now I am upset about being excluded from:
“Mother buttoning or zipping up the bride’s dress”
and
“Mother helping the bride with one last detail, such as the veil”
I’m not wearing a veil, and my one last detail is probably going to be a shot of whiskey, but whatevs. I’m feeling especially angry tonight about mom stuff. Can you tell?

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