Mother’s Day was never really a thing in the Cooperman family … … my mom often said that if you only made a fuss of your mother because of a holiday pumped up with weep-inducing commercials designed to sell crap, you were kinda missing the point. It’s not that my mom didn’t appreciate being appreciated; as far as Paulette was concerned, if we wanted to make a fuss over her, she’d gladly accept. Anytime. Whether it was a thoughtful note, present, or a card for no reason; an invitation to brunch (or lunch or dinner) that came outta the blue, or day spent wandering around a favorite town where we’d pop into stores to point out gaudy jewelry and clothes we would never, ever wear, giggling: Uniquely you! – she’d be all for it. Absolutely. But there were no Mother’s Day traditions in the Cooperman house. On Mother’s Day, she was happy to skip the crowded brunch spots, and just have her usual breakfast of coffee and yogurt at home. My mom died in March of 2004, and while it’s impossible to miss the tribute posts on social media around Mother’s Day, the day doesn’t hold any special challenges for me. And I suspect I am not alone in the world of the motherless. […]
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