Editorial: On mother of holidays, show her you care
By Daily Bruin Staff
May 11, 2006 9:00 p.m.
The worst day of the year to forget is coming Sunday. It has
nothing to do with graduation (not directly anyway), final exams,
due dates or basketball tickets.
We’re talking about your mom.
Ever since Woodrow Wilson made Mother’s Day a national
holiday in 1914, children across the country have feared
they’d wake up the second Monday of May and remember that
they should have called mom the day before.
As college students, we’re in an odd place. We’re
all strapped for cash (hence the line outside Acapulco when
margaritas are only $2), but we still want to show our love for the
woman who nags, supports, consoles and congratulates us ““
sometimes in the same phone call.
Long gone are the days when our kindergarten teachers would
spend a week leading up to the big Sunday teaching us how to turn
macaroni, glue and glitter into art worth crying over.
If your mother lives within an hour of Westwood, give her a hug;
if she’s tech-savvy, send her a text message. And rather than
lament over days past by complaining about how much flowers cost,
suck it up and buy 25 fewer margaritas on Monday.
