FROM THE NEWS DESK
One of my brothers completely forgot it was Mother’s Day on Sunday.
Mind you, he had been up til 4.30am in a supervisory role of his daughter and her high school formal-going mates, making sure they didn’t have more than the prescribed four RTDs.
He was guilted into joining us for the customary morning tea with mum, where he proceeded to remark cynically about the crass commercialism of Mother’s Day.
We noticed that the crass commercialism of Father’s Day was not mentioned, and we shall remind him in September not to expect gifts of fine wool socks or any bottles of red, for surely they would be declined.
I for one think Mother’s Day is nice. I’m not a mum, but I’ve got one, and know lots of them. The day has tangible meaning, so why not be a bit silly and frivolous.
It was great to see photos of mums on the inaugural Mother’s Day run for the Heart
Foundation. See brother, consumerism does have a heart.