{"id":1580,"date":"2012-05-13T08:57:04","date_gmt":"2012-05-13T12:57:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=1580"},"modified":"2012-05-14T07:08:57","modified_gmt":"2012-05-14T11:08:57","slug":"without-requirement","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=1580","title":{"rendered":"Without Requirement"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today is Mother&#8217;s Day. Growing-up, my family pooh-poohed Hallmark holidays. There was no pressure for us to give presents or buy flowers. \u00a0I still don&#8217;t take these holidays very seriously. I certainly prefer not to vie for a seat in a restaurant on Valentines or Mother&#8217;s day. Don&#8217;t get me wrong &#8211;\u00a0I love flowers and gifts are nice and any excuse to be spoiled is welcome. But I don&#8217;t want my daughter or sweetheart to feel like it&#8217;s required.<\/p>\n<p>The other day I helped my friend buy flowers for her mother&#8217;s grave. We chose petunias that will spread across the plot in bursts of pink and purple throughout the summer, thanks to her devoted father&#8217;s watering can. My mother has no grave. My siblings and I discussed perhaps getting a memorial bench in a beautiful spot, but for a myriad of reasons, never followed through. I&#8217;m glad. I need not be worried about whether the wood is rotting or if a creepy bigot has chosen it as their favorite spot. I am gratefully free of the guilty feeling of worry and obligation that so permeated my relationship with my mother. I can simply &#8211; remember her. I imagine her spirit not in a plot, but everywhere. She is wherever the hell her cantankerous soul wants to be. I think of her as much happier than in life &#8211; much easier without clouds of guilt hovering over me. I remember her as doing her best and ultimately, loving me unconditionally. Sometimes, I miss her.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today is Mother&#8217;s Day. Growing-up, my family pooh-poohed Hallmark holidays. There was no pressure for us to give presents or buy flowers. \u00a0I still don&#8217;t take these holidays very seriously. I certainly prefer not to vie for a seat in a restaurant on Valentines or Mother&#8217;s day. Don&#8217;t get me wrong &#8211;\u00a0I love flowers and &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=1580\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Without Requirement<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[29,25,19],"class_list":["post-1580","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-healing","tag-motherhood","tag-time"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pPzTS-pu","jetpack_sharing_enabled":false,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1580","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1580"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1580\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1582,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1580\/revisions\/1582"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1580"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1580"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1580"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}