For as long as I can remember, growing up in France, we have religiously celebrated Grand-Mothers' Day in March, every single year.
Well that is for as long as little humble I could remember. Because apparently, before 1987 this celebration never even existed!
And to add insult to injury, the whole thing was created and orchestrated by a coffee brand! Granted, they are called "Grand-Ma's Coffee" (Café Grand'Mère) but still, I am a little disappointed. Not to mention, a study shows that this particular celebration had a direct impact on plants and flowers sales. Yikes!
No, no, I am not silly or naive enough to believe all other "holidays" are genuine celebrations of Mothers, Fathers, Love and whatnot. I do know we live in a commercial world. Ruthless. Heartless. And shameless.
But I like the little romanticism I have left in my heart.
Sometimes, I fear it may fade away altogether.
I love the clouds that used to be my world, growing up. I love the fantastic that used to turn the simplest details into extraordinary events. I love magic (not the Harry Potter kind though).
But I don't know when exactly, all this started to slowly dissolve into distant memories, and soon I fear, will become completely extinct.
I keep some faith that Mia and Number 2 might revive them one day. They have that kind of magic, children. I pray I am not too tired or busy or overstrained when that day comes. Because I want to enjoy it. I want to live it. I want to love it once again.
In the meantime, I'll keep on celebrating the Grand-Mothers in my life. Because they are deserving of any honor we can bestow on them. They are deserving of the time we set aside just for them and to thank them. They are deserving of a little romantic touch. Coffee brands or not. Commercial or not. Whatever or not.
And for those who'd like to join the yearly fake-stivities, Wikipedia kindly gives a calendar of this "holiday" that has been carefully scheduled every first Sunday of March:
Love to all tétas :)
No, no, I am not silly or naive enough to believe all other "holidays" are genuine celebrations of Mothers, Fathers, Love and whatnot. I do know we live in a commercial world. Ruthless. Heartless. And shameless.
But I like the little romanticism I have left in my heart.
Sometimes, I fear it may fade away altogether.
I love the clouds that used to be my world, growing up. I love the fantastic that used to turn the simplest details into extraordinary events. I love magic (not the Harry Potter kind though).
But I don't know when exactly, all this started to slowly dissolve into distant memories, and soon I fear, will become completely extinct.
I keep some faith that Mia and Number 2 might revive them one day. They have that kind of magic, children. I pray I am not too tired or busy or overstrained when that day comes. Because I want to enjoy it. I want to live it. I want to love it once again.
In the meantime, I'll keep on celebrating the Grand-Mothers in my life. Because they are deserving of any honor we can bestow on them. They are deserving of the time we set aside just for them and to thank them. They are deserving of a little romantic touch. Coffee brands or not. Commercial or not. Whatever or not.
And for those who'd like to join the yearly fake-stivities, Wikipedia kindly gives a calendar of this "holiday" that has been carefully scheduled every first Sunday of March:
| 2007 | 2008 | 2009 | 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 04/03 | 02/03 | 01/03 | 07/03 | 06/03 | 04/03 | 03/03 | 02/03 | 01/03 | 06/03 | 05/03 |
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