Thanks for popping in. Happy Mother’s Day! Woke up thinking about my Mum. I am one of those women in the world who is a mother, and who still has a loving Mother. So it’s easy for me to celebrate Mother’s Day at several levels today. I go back in my mind to my Grandmothers, and I remember them both fondly too.
Grace and Mark, my kids, will be on the phone as soon as they wake up in new York and San Francisco, even though Mother’s Day in America is in May. I am blessed.
But what if you have never had children? For whatever reason. There are women who can’t have children, there are women who never wanted children, there are women who had children and lost them, there are women who wanted children but never found the right partner. So many women.
Then there are children who like me who still get to love their wonderful mums. There are children who have lost their mums, there are children who never had a good relationship with their mums. So many children.
What may be a happy day for some of us, may be a sad day for others. I can think of several friends and folks reading this blog who will be struggling with loss today. On days like today, when we shine a light on our Mothers, that also flags up the empty seat. Bit like Christmas. When so many others are celebrating Mother’s Day, how do those good people handle it? Mother’s Day?
I don’t have the answer. I think everybody is an individual living an individual’s life. Until we walk a mile in that person’s shoes, we can never know. I can guess, and I can tread gently though. I can be respectful and try to empathise. I can write a blog, saying that I am thinking about those people who may be struggling with Mother’s Day, and tell them I hope they are ok.
That tomorrow will bring with it a new day, and that this too shall pass.
My Mum, who lost her Mum when I was just a teenager, still puts flowers in a vase on both her Mum’s birthday and on the day she died. On those two days, she is quieter than usual. She steps back and remembers, and takes those occasions to signify a mark of respect and love. I get it. And today, I bet there will be a little vase of daffodils in her house, as a mark of love for her mother. Here or not here, she still celebrates my Oma.
I guess if we step away from our personal stories, whatever they may be, and just think of Mothers the world over and what they truly represent, that is a good reason to celebrate, isn’t it? Let’s face it. If there were no Mothers, we wouldn’t be here. In fact, let me take that one thought further:
A world without women is a world that wouldn’t exist.
And the Fathers? Well, on Father’s Day we’ll celebrate our Fathers.
Love Barb xxx