Today is the day we honor our mothers. It’s a day set aside for moms to laugh, to smile, to enjoy being treated to a nice meal not prepared by a mother’s hands. For some though, it’s a day of mourning. It’s a day of looking around the table and feeling sorrow for the empty seat that was once occupied by a loving son or daughter. For some, it’s sorrow for a womb that has remained empty. A void, a longing for a child. For some, it’s sadness for the child a mother was unable to raise herself. For some, it’s the grieving of a mother that is gone or a mother estranged from the family.
I understand the importance of Mother’s Day, especially to my children. A day for them to give me gifts and to treat me to lunch (with daddy’s help). A day of learning to better appreciate me as their mother. At the same time, this day is a day of real sadness in my home.
Today I think of one mother in Guatemala and one in Ethiopia. Mothers, who every day think of the daughters they were unable to raise. I think of these women every day, especially today.
I also think of the mother of our foster sons. Her life isn’t something I understand, but I do believe she is probably missing her boys today.
Today I feel the loss of my youngest son more than usual. The last time I saw him alive was Mother’s Day. It was May 9, 2010. The next day he was gone. For me, this is much more the anniversary of his death than it is Mother’s Day. It’s not a day I want to celebrate.
If, for whatever reason, you are not celebrating Mother’s Day today, please know you are not alone.