Muttertag & Vatertag

Four countries, one confused calendar.

Seventy years ago, my parents' families packed up from Germany and got busy assimilating into Canada. They did this so thoroughly that my childhood ended up with one foot planted in maple syrup and hockey, the other in rouladen and Heiligabend.
 
Then I moved to Wales fifteen years ago and added a third layer to the confusion. Most days, I'm just happy to know what day of the week it is.