Recently, online, I saw an article about some parents getting upset because a school had sent out a notice that kids would not be making "Mother's Day or Father's Day" gifts. The reasons the school made were legitimate concerns about inclusion--and a more immediate need concerning one of their students having a tragedy in the family occur recently. (Here is an article about this)
Regarding that specific issue above, I feel that the parents who are upset need to chill out. The schools are not there to make the kids do crafts for your gifts. They are there to learn. If they happen to make you a Mothers/Fathers Day gift--great, but one should not expect it...and one should take that the school is trying to teach a more important lesson about people in general and about having empathy and understanding about various cultures and families, etc.
Then, it got me thinking about Mother's Day in general and my own experiences with the holida…
One week from yesterday. Another Birthday, another Holiday...another year ending....one week.
Last night, after the kids went to bed, I made more chocolate fudge. Mostly because I wanted to give some away for presents, partially because the last batch got too oxygenated and I don't like it that way (I like it when the fudge stays moist and soft, not hard). I looked at my Grammie's writing of the recipe on the piece of paper that is worn and that I keep telling myself to laminate...and felt the bitter-sweetness of saying good-bye to it for another year, as I put it back in the recipe box.
I have not been too melancholy this season -- maybe because I am a bit more depressed about the situation in our country and that tends to dampen things in general, maybe it is because this season seems to have snuck up on me in a weird way...not like last year, where it totally surprised me and I did not have most of my holiday songs sung or movies watched...no, we have been very good thi…