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Pacific Pearls 5-in-1 Gemstone & Pearl Lariat

Necklaces of Amethyst, Lapis Lazuli, Coral, Pink Tourmaline, Peridot, and Pearl
Consult the Player’s Handbook for values in GP
Like any shiny bauble, these items can attract magpies. Please wear with caution.
Model: TRE441M, TRE312M, TRE519M, TRE979M, TRE675M, and motherfuckers act like they forgot about TRE

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M is for the Meh-y Things

If we learned anything from Bad Moms, (and let’s be clear here, we definitely did not — but if we did,) it would be that you gotta cut yourself some slack sometimes.

You can’t excoriate yourself for falling short of perfection. That’s a recipe for chronic self-loathing. Perfection is unattainable after all; that’s like its whole deal. Don’t aim for it. Aim to do your best. You’ll never be perfect. You’ll almost always be good enough.

Now, this is a more important message for moms to hear than it is for the rest of us, whose worth society feels less entitled to evaluate, and who therefore bear the opprobrium of strangers less frequently. In fact, our tendency to demand too little of ourselves as sons, daughters, or spouses, probably contributes all this stress on moms in the first place. There’d be no need for a “supermom” ideal if the rest of us felt obliged to pull our own fucking weight once in a while.

Even so, there’s one specific area where even we non-moms, relative experts at maintaining low expectations for ourselves, should nonetheless make a conscious effort to be satisfied with mere adequacy instead of perfection: The selection and purchase of Mother’s Day gifts.

Come on, no Mother’s Day gift is gonna be good enough. For your mom? Who birthed and/or reared and/or cared for you? The most lavish gift you can imagine would look like a cheap trinket measured against the debt you owe your mother.

That’s true even if, raising you, she kinda phoned it in.

Like, say she just provided the absolute minimum food, shelter, home training and emotional support required to take that helpless proto-human lump you used to be, and equip it with basic self-sufficiency. You will still never pay that back. If she went beyond that? Instilled a love of books? Led your Cub Scout troop? Provided the kind of safe and loving home in which you never had reason to doubt you were valued and loved?

Well, shit, dude. What are you going to buy her for that? Her own island? You’ll never even the scales with her; forget it.

Allow yourself to simply get her something nice. Something that’s… you know, fine. It doesn’t have to move her to tears. It can just be good enough.

Now, what could it be? Hmm. We’ll think about it. If we come up with any specific suggestions, we’ll let you know.