…I purchased this box of chocolates for my mother for Mother’s Day, which is Sunday.
More importantly, she and I will spend time together, over breakfast, which she will most certainly not cook. This commitment of time–which cannot be purchased, only given–helps me moderate my distaste for rampant consumerism fueled by monthly manufactured holidays (Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Administrative Assistant’s Day, or whatever).
We have breakfast, when we’re in the same city, on a regular basis. A week doesn’t pass that we don’t email and speak on the phone. Our conversations frequently end with the words, “I love you.”
Still…still…I bought the box of chocolates from my friend Christian at L’Artisan du Chocolate as well as a snarky Mother’s Day card which should elicit a chuckle from the one who brought me into this world.
Does anyone else share my anxiety at the dilemma: the importance of expressing our love for someone vs. the knowledge that we are, at some level, just perpetuating a consumer racket?
I’d love to hear your thoughts.