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Every year as an undergraduate I remembered to recognize Mother’s Day by at least affording the necessary phone call. It would only make sense then that the year I would forget would be my year as a masters student, a time when one would expect me to be in my highest degree of maturity and parent-directed gratitude.
I forgot Mother’s Day today, which sounds odd, since technically it isn’t too late to make the call, but as it happens, she has already called me today, and so there would be no mystery to shroud my reasons for making any further calls. I am fortunate to have a mother who doesn’t seem to believe too strongly in the formality of arbitrarily designated holidays, but I myself am nonetheless afflicted by the expected pangs of guilt and feelings of not-my-best-ness.
Waaah!