Yeah, I was a little sad today. I’ve been mopey and disgruntled for the last 2 weeks. I felt like I was being constantly assailed by the store displays and commercials. I did fine last year, but this Mother’s Day? Not so good.
I miss my Mom very, very much. I think about her almost every day. I hope people who still have their Mom (or maternal figure) in their lives really cherish them, but I know all too well that feeling of having more than enough time. Now I know the feeling of running out of time. Gone too soon. You never DO miss your water, until your well runs dry.
The other thing that has bothered me this Mother’s Day was the barrage of think pieces about how childless women suffer on Mother’s Day. Really, y’all? Really? I’m a childless woman and I’ve never thought of Mother’s Day as some sort of affront to my womanhood. I have not one time felt as if I was being mocked by Mother’s Day or made to feel ‘less than’ because I have no children. Of course, I always had a Mother to celebrate on Mother’s day! But I always took time out to celebrate my friends, co-workers and complete strangers that were Mothers as well.
Now I can understand that for women that want children and are for some reason unable to conceive, adopt or foster, Mother’s Day can be a difficult day. But is it really reasonable to expect and/or assume that ALL childless women feel burdened, nay shamed, by Mother’s Day? It just feels like a(nother) cheap attempt to create false indignation (and clicks) because there is something happening from which you specifically cannot benefit.
The problem with fake outrage is that it drowns out real justified outrage. – @KidFury (WORD!)
Annnnyway, Mother’s Day is almost over now. I shed some tears this morning but I’m okay now. I usually try to focus on what I have and not on what I’ve lost but today I just couldn’t do it. I miss my Mom, y’all. I really, really miss her. She was my foundation, my rock, my touchstone. Now I feel like a table with one leg that’s too short, so I cannot balance. My equilibrium is out of wack. I know she’d want better for me than to be sad and wallow, but sometimes that’s the best I can do. I have tried to remember two things since my Mom died. One, if you love somebody, show them, TELL them while they’re alive! And two, life is short. If there’s something you want to do, DO IT. You never really know when you’ll run out of time.