It’s Mother’s Day again and our Editor-in-Chief has some thoughts about this particular day in May.


It’s Sunday morning and I’m listening to the sounds of my husband, my own mom, and my two daughters going through their morning ritual below me. The house is filled with the smell of bacon and the sounds of my children singing and playing while I sit upstairs, curled up on my bed with my computer in my lap, enjoying the sounds below.

But, it’s not just any Sunday morning: It’s Mother’s Day. And that means so many things to so many people. Social media (including all our A Child Grows outlets) has been blowing up for weeks with Mother’s Day sentiments, Mother’s Day gift guides and Mother’s Day laments.

If you’re a Mother’s Day hater, we hope you can be kind to yourself and honor all the reasons that this isn’t your day. If you’re a Mother’s Day celebrator, dig in and collect those giant bouquets and boxes of candy. Revel in that breakfast in bed. You do you.

For me, this day is always strangely irritating. I have tried to figure out why. I have an awesome mom; she’s still here with us. In fact, this year, she came for a visit to surprise my daughters. My husband wants to make the day super fun and is looking at my suspiciously while I snark about all the reasons this day absolutely won’t be fun. But I have this deep need to be annoyed at this Hallmark holiday, roll my eyes, and basically try to ignore it altogether. Aside from the fact that I probably need hundreds of hours of therapy to dig deeper into this particular pathology, I honestly don’t want to be the eye rolling cynic every year. So, how do I just get over myself and enjoy the day?

Pffffft. That’s the million dollar question, isn’t it? Well, let’s give it a whirl. I will enjoy my children as much as I do nearly every other day of the year (which is to say, I will, in equal measure, want to throttle them and then cuddle them until they squirm away in frustration, all in the space of about 2 1/2 minutes). I will cut my pretty spectacular husband a break. I will appreciate how lucky I am that my mom is here with us today. I will send out as many loving, healing vibes as possible to those who alternately celebrate and despise this day. And, I will remind myself that I am lucky every day and not just on the Sunday in May that Hallmark chooses.


Mollie Michel is a South Philly resident and a Philadelphia public school parent. A recovering non-profit professional, Mollie is also an experienced birth doula, Certified Lactation Counselor, and the mom of two awesome girls and a sweet pit bull named Princess Cleopatra. In her spare time, she is usually trying to figure out how Pinterest works, training for a(nother) half-marathon with her dog at her side, or simply trying to keep up with her increasingly wily daughters.