In my attempt to make the slated vampire post promised in the last entry the best blog post EVER, I have psyched myself out of writing it for several days, to the point that it is now long overdue. (You’ll understand why once I finally get that sucker posted. And it WILL HAPPEN, by Thor!) Last Tuesday I debated putting it off for another week in order to have a ranty post about The Voice, the reality singing show that was supposed to be so different (and actually kind of was during the first season) but is now as bloated and over-promoted as American Idol could ever dream to be. But honestly, who cares? Tony Lucca didn’t win, meaning I can watch season three if I so feel like it. (I swore that if he won I would never watch another season. I don’t know the guy personally, but between his sh*tty smiles and crappy vocals, the guy just comes off like a douche-wagon. Xtina seemed to be the only coach that realized it, too, so watching her call him out on his mediocre song renditions week after week was amusing.)
Even so, I took too long as I waffled between vampires and reality show rantings, and now it’s Mother’s Day. (Ignore my back-dating for organizational purposes: in the States it is indeed Mother’s Day today.) And I just can’t bring myself to finish writing a post about smexy vampires on Mother’s Day. Not that there aren’t some rad mommas out there who wouldn’t appreciate a nice entry with some bite to it! Mother’s Day, and mothers in general, aren’t all about clichéd flower bouquets, heart lockets, and gift baskets from Bath & Body Works that smell of Sweet Pea and Moonlight Path. (Though there’s nothing wrong with it if that happens to be the stuff that she actually likes.) Mothers come in all shapes and sizes, and have all varieties of preferences and passions. We need to remember that the term “mother” isn’t a blanket statement that automatically explains every facet of a woman’s life. It’s a term for a female caretaker, but it shouldn’t overshadow the individual person upon whom the title is bestowed. Today is the day to honor all the mothers in your life, especially the ones who really excel at the difficult job in question, be it your own mother, your grandmother, your friends who are mothers, or even yourself. I honor my mother, and all mothers, the best way I know how: with music.
Alanis Morissette’s “Heart of the House” has me in tears every time I hear it. I’ll never forget how it showed the rebellious teenage version of me that mothers are people, too.
And I had to include “I’m A Mother!” by The Pretenders, which reminds us all just how badass you have to be to be a mother.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the great moms out there (especially to my own!).