Just in case you were wondering, I have similar feelings about Mother's Day as I do Valentine's Day. I just don't understand what it is that makes it special to be herded out to brunch, to be given grocery store flowers and mediocre chocolates just like every other mother. Manufactured gratitude is just that. Kinda like making your kid say he's sorry when he really isn't. It's a nice gesture and all, but fairly meaningless.
And thus ends my holiday rant. I don't have any particularly scarring Mother's Day stories like my V-Day one, but it seems the same nonetheless. Just wait until Christmas. . .