Sunday is Mother’s Day and as much as I will enjoy time with Jackson and Drew, and will be thinking about my own mother and how much I appreciate her, especially now that I have a better understanding of the sacrifices she made to raise me and my sister, my thoughts will also be with those for whom Mother’s Day isn’t a happy occasion. I’ll be thinking of people whose own mothers are no longer with them or who never had the kind of mother they deserved. I’ll also be thinking of mothers who have lost children or suffered miscarriages and who have experienced the unthinkable grief no one should have to experience. And I’ll be thinking of the women for whom motherhood remains just outside their grasp no matter how hard they reach for it.
I won’t pretend to know what it feels like to lose a mother or a child or to want a baby so badly and not have one. But I do know the joy of motherhood, the love I feel from my own mom. and the excitement I feel watching my son be loved by his grandmother–and I wish every woman who wants those experiences could have them. And I wish I myself could experience them as long as I want without worry that I will ever lose the people that matter the most.
I guess more than anything, Mother’s Day is a reminder to me to cherish what I have while I have it and to not take time or family or love for granted. It’s also, hopefully, a chance to maybe, possibly, hopefully sleep in a little (Drew?).
Happy Mother’s Day to those of you who are moms or moms-to-be. And to those who are hurting, know that you aren’t alone and you aren’t forgotten. Here’s to a wonderful weekend to all of you, wherever you are and whomever you’re spending it with.