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’ve birthed a human, I no longer deserved “fun” or “silly” items that had no sensible purpose. In a turn that will surprise absolutely no one who has lived through the past year (so, quite literally, the whole world), I’m craving frivolousness.
