I’ll admit that previously I’ve been a little puritanical about the kind of Mother’s Day gifts I’m open to receiving. “They must be practical!” I’d tell my husband, as if by the very fact that I had birthed a human that I no longer deserved “fun” or “silly” items that had no sensible purpose. In a turn around that will surprise absolutely no one who has been through the past year (so, quite literally, the whole world), I’m craving frivolousness.
