Reflections on Mother’s Day

This May marks 10 years since my mother’s death. It’s hard to believe that my mother has been gone that long.

Because of the timing, Mother’s Day has become another day of mourning for me. The last Mother’s Day my mother was alive, she was less than two weeks from dying. I was very aware of my mother’s impending death but my mother, the eternal optimist, was less certain. What message to write in the card your mother will receive on her final Mother’s Day? I agonized over the few lines, settling on a message of gratitude and acknowledging that I would support her through her journey from this world. She appreciated the card and especially the flowers that I bought her, but I think no matter how gentle I broached the subject, my mother was still resistant to recognizing her own mortality.

May 2015: My mother reading the card on her last Mother’s Day.

Since my mother’s death, I’ve joined those who find the incessant marketing around Mother’s Day tiring and virtually inescapable. A few thoughtful companies offer opt-out emails for holiday promotions, but mostly it’s Mother’s Day ads everywhere, from TV commercials to website ads and smartphone messages. Of course I’m pleased that people who have living mothers get to dote on them, but every ad is yet another reminder of the most difficult period of my life. Getting through the day only makes me one day closer to the anniversary of her death, May 21.

Writer Anne Lamott posted her annual Mother’s Day message on Facebook for those who dread the holiday. For those of you who may be struggling with feelings of grief and longing this Mother’s Day, I hope you find some solace and recognition in her words.

If you find yourself feeling complicated emotions on Mother’s Day, this article in Sunday Paper offers helpful tips.

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  1. Hugs to you, Miss Joy. These holidays, quite frankly, piss me off. Father’s Day. Valentine’s Day. All remind people of what they don’t have. The love of those special to them. And not being a mom makes it worse, at least it will for me when my mom is gone. I know you’ll read this late, but sending comfort your way.

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