Here it comes.

Truth to tell, I do not like Mother’s Day. It is a mawkish, manufactured holiday—a counterfeit tradition like Kwanza.

But now that it is upon us, women might as well make the most of it.
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This is the day to milk what remains of filial guilt for all it is worth. Lay it on thick, sisters.

Get the jump on neglectful, inattentive offspring.
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Do not wait for your begets to send the usual Mother’s Day boilerplate from the greeting card industry. Plug the ooze of pastel, market-researched sentiments. Go on the offensive; upend protocol. Drop this in the mail to your slack brood:

If you prefer suggestive indirection, you can remind them of your tender, sheltering, watchful, supportive maternity with this:

Then there are our own mothers to be thought of. No problem. Ask the endearing Zeichen Press to run this off for you:

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Anna Jarvis, unmarried and childless, founded Mother’s Day in honor of her own mother, Ann Marie Reeves Jarvis. Mrs. Jarvis was a dynamic woman, an eloquent public speaker, organizer and true humanitarian in the Civil War era. She also knew her own worth and impressed it upon her daughter:

I hope that someone, sometime will found a memorial mother’s day commemorating her for the matchless service she renders to humanity in every field of life. She is entitled to it.