Mother’s Day seems quite harmless. You invite your mother to brunch, buy flowers, maybe even some chocolates and you enjoy good times together.
But the history of this modern holiday is marked by a rampage of conflicts, controversies, and consumerism. Mother’s Day has a dark side and who other than someone like me- who doesn’t celebrate Mother’s Day- should point it out.
I am an American and love this country with all my heart, but I also have a European Austrian-Italian soul. I am following Sunday Lyrics for a while but only posted once. My original splendid evening idea to post European songs every Sunday, didn’t seem to make too much sense the next day. Nevertheless, it didn’t leave me alone.
I feel your anger my blood is boiling too, yet, at the moment I will see looting my support goes away. It could be my property, my house, my car. I worked for it, nobody has the right to take violently away what’s mine. There was a time when I didn’t have much. Nothing was given to me.
It felt like a flood gate had been opened. Tears were running down my cheeks. Long forgotten emotions and memories rolled over me like waves. April 1st, for many just April Fools Day, for me a reminder of the woman who gave birth to me. She would have been 91 yesterday.
“They are right up my alley,” I said, softly swinging from one side to the other in my chair. Shoulder rolling, half-closed eyes, and all the other things this kind of music makes me do. “They have the groove,” I said and my husband laughed.
Our two-week COVID-lockdown is over. We worked yesterday for the first time. My husband left the house in the morning, I watched him leave and I dragged my feet to the living room. I piddled around a bit but finally made it to my workroom. In clothes -real clothes! All our pajamas and sweatpants were spinning in the washer. We survived the coronavirus and I feel so many emotions, I don’t even know where to begin.
I am always surrounded by women. Most of them are my customers, my students, my friends and neighbors. The last months I have met more women than ever before. I had dipped my toes into charity work, and it turns out to be as infectious as they had warned me about.
1989 I sat in the lobby of a hotel in Frankfurt/Germany and watched the fall of the Berlin Wall on TV, surrounded by co-workers and clients. The beginning of a new era. We were optimistic and full of joy. At the time is seemed that the influence of the U.S. and western European countries was expanding, and nothing could stop it.