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Mother’s Day is not worth celebrating

Kathryn Reed, Tahoe Daily Tribune

This is a reminder for all of the bad children out there to let you know Mother’s Day is next Sunday.

Like most commercial holidays, I’m not a big fan of this one. Yes, my mother knows this. Yes, my dad knows I have the same feelings about Father’s Day.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents. I even tell them so. Though for whatever reason those words were hard to say until the last several years. Maybe it’s a maturity thing.

The whole thing is that I’m offended someone finds it necessary to tell me I am supposed to acknowledge my parents on a certain day. I believe good children demonstrate their love and respect for their parents on a continuous basis without needing a reminder to do so.

My parents agree with this sentiment, but they also buy into the whole Hallmark nature of their individual days.

If more people regularly reached out to their parents, there would be no need to have the second Sunday of May and the third Sunday of June mean anything. You could skip the cards filled with gushy nonsense and forgo the call to the florist.

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Start now by becoming a good kid. It is not that difficult to drop an e-mail. No need to write formal sentences. Make it a habit to say hi, tell them how work is, what slopes you’ve skied or trails you’ve hiked, books you’ve read, friends you’re hanging out with.

Splurge by buying a card some other time of the year, stick 37 cents on it — just tell them you are thinking about them and leave it at that.

Call your parents. It’s not that expensive and hearing your voice will make their day.

Think about everything your parents did for you — what they are still doing for you. Remember them throughout the year. Remembering them only on their Hallmark day is no better than the person who sends a dozen roses on a special occasion — neither takes much thought and both lack sincerity.

Parents don’t want things — whether it’s their Hallmark day or their birthday. They want to see their children, to spend time with them. If distance does not allow this, let them at least hear your voice.

For the last few years I have taken my parents to a Giants game. They are mild fans, love Pac Bell much more than the Stick, must have garlic fries washed down by a beer for dad and a Coke for mom. It’s all about being with them — just the three of us — leaving the sisters behind. It’s the whole quality time thing.

Some years we four girls go in on gifts; which means I’m giving my parents two gifts. We are a little harried this year as Tami had an idea that might suffice for Mom and Dad’s Day. Yes, I do cave in to these pseudo holidays. It galls me each year.

I realize I’m fortunate to have parents I actually like. There are really crappy parents out there who don’t even deserve a card once a year.

But if you had good parents, then be a good kid (there is no age requirement for either) and thank them for all they’ve done. But do it because you want to, not because Hallmark or some writer tells you to. And do it in months other than May and June.

— Kathryn Reed is managing editor of the Tahoe Daily Tribune. She may be reached at or (530) 541-3880, ext. 251.