My husband and I were invited to attend "Special Persons Breakfast" at one of my grandsons' pre-schools this morning. I've been thinking about feeling "special" lately, having read a few essays by women complaining about the hoopla surrounding Mother's Day and the negative emotions that that "holiday" evoked in them. One was a mother, the rest were not. I compared that in my mind to the woman I used to work with who said she and her husband thought Valentine's Day was ridiculous and refused to engage in the "artificial" displays required by that "Hallmark holiday". I get it. I really do. I've told my husband of 10 years that he does not have to shell out $75 in roses on one day in February to prove undying love for me. He can bring me a bunch from the grocery store and I'll be just as happy. This past Mother's Day, our son graduated from college. That was his special day. I got some very sweet cards from my husband and son and phone calls from my grown children. Hubs and I will visit my favorite nursery when time permits and buy an extra lovely basket to hang on the patio. I'm not neglected. I buy clothes more than I really need. I went on a retreat this month with one of my best friends and came home with lovely yarn to knit. I had a great time, enjoyed spiritual refreshment and good food that I didn't have to cook or clean up. I guess that this all means is that I feel filled-up. I don't long for attention or flattery because I have people around me who love and support me. If I had an empty place inside, I'd need a special day to make up for the rest of the year. I will never criticize a women who needs a special day like Mother's Day. Everybody needs to feel special.